Gemma went home, alone as usual. Noah and Gemma hadn't reached a solution, but she lied and assured him she'd be fine. Yet she locked her door, and thought of herself a bit paranoid as she placed a chair beneath the doorknob.
The silence was unsettling.
But that wasn't the worst part.
Being alone, with only her thoughts, was fucking terrifying. She put on music, she watched Netflix on her crappy TV, none of it helped.
But near ten thirty, and Jason hadn't barged in unannoucned, hadn't tried to knock down her door, wasn't shouting garbled nonsense. This only added to the suspense that something could happen. She sat waiting for the silence to shatter, for her heart rate to spike, for her to jump up and grab the nearest sharp object for protection.
But it never happened. Nothing happened.
And eventually she fell asleep.
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Romance(Lowercase intended on cover) "The simple things in life are never meaningful, and the meaningful things in life are never simple. So maybe I don't want meaningful. Maybe I just want someone who cares enough to listen." Gemma Summers and Noah Han...
