Friends -

"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.

"It’s going to be weird," Phoebe remarked, leaning against the doorframe. "Who’s going to overhear our conversations through the walls now?" Friends

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. "Okay," Chandler said, breaking the silence with a

"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 going to be weird," Phoebe remarked, leaning

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.

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 second, patting the wall. "See ya, pal."