Friends Info

They stood in a circle, a silent pact hanging in the air. The fountain might be across town and the coffee might eventually come from a different machine, but the seat on that orange couch was permanent.

"So," Joey said, his voice uncharacteristically small. "Is this it? Is the big yellow frame staying?"

Rachel stepped forward, taking a final look at the balcony where they’d poked a giant poking device and watched a Dutch girl play football. "We're going to be okay, right?" "We're more than okay," Monica promised.

Monica stood in the center of the empty living room, the purple walls feeling strangely vast without the mismatched furniture. For ten years, this apartment had been the center of their universe—a sanctuary of oversized coffee mugs, failed relationships, and a fountain they’d once waded into for reasons no one could quite remember.

"Probably just some guy wondering why the girl in 4B is singing about a smelly cat," Ross joked, though his eyes were red.

"It’s part of the door, Joey," Monica said, wiping a stray tear. "And I’m pretty sure the landlord would sue us."