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.
"So," Joey said, his voice uncharacteristically small. "Is this it? Is the big yellow frame staying?" Friends
As they walked out, Joey lingered for a second, patting the wall. "See ya, pal." Monica stood in the center of the empty
He closed the door, leaving the purple room silent, save for the ghost of a laugh that seemed to echo in the rafters. " Joey said