Noah awoke the next morning with little memory of the previous night.
What he did remember, he wished he hadn't.
Somehow he had made it home, despite barely making it through the front door. When he woke up, he was lying halfway inside of his apartment with the door propped open against his side. Everything hurt more than before, if possible.
He couldn't make it to the bathroom in time.
He was a mess, and he knew it. He shuffled around inside the medicine cabinets for some relief, and downed three Advils and an aspirin dry.
Before the painkillers could knock him out cold, he checked his phone.
24 voicemails. All from Gemma.
He started to listen through them. He could barely focus on her tone, much less her words, but he did conclude that she was both pissed and worried. He didn't remember why, not in full. But as he neared the end of the ninth, his vision blurred and he slipped into unconsciousness once again.
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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...
