He looked exhausted. He knew this, and he felt this, yet still mustered the strength for a smile.
And she smiled back at him.
A sweetly sick smile. He reminded himself that before she could barely even smile.
Their conversation was brief, and nearly the entire time the right words eluded them. They had done it all before, they had said it all before. Finally the nurse explained how she needed rest, and Noah agreed. He kissed Rachel on the forehead, and left.
He was driving too fast, too recklessly, he knew he'd never make it back to the city.
He crashed,
. . . At Matt's place for the night, knowing he was too tired for the trip home. Just like old times, he thought, just like the best and worst times.
His rest was sleepless, and farthest from bliss.
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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...
