Friends -

As they walked out, Joey lingered for a second, patting the wall. "See ya, pal."

"Okay," Chandler said, breaking the silence with a classic smirk. "Does anyone want to go get coffee? Or are we all too busy being 'grown-ups'?" "Coffee," they all said in unison. Friends

He closed the door, leaving the purple room silent, save for the ghost of a laugh that seemed to echo in the rafters. As they walked out, Joey lingered for a

"Probably just some guy wondering why the girl in 4B is singing about a smelly cat," Ross joked, though his eyes were red. Or are we all too busy being 'grown-ups'

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

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.

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.