Gemma awoke Friday with a splitting migraine.
And with every detail of the previous night intact. She wasn't sure how.
She called in sick. She told her boss it was her reason for being late the previous day as well. Gemma, a hard worker, was granted a day off.
She peeked through her curtains, looking down on the coffee shop. She had no intention of visiting that particular morning.
Noah already guessed this, and hadn't bothered showing either. He didn't forgive himself, much less expect her to forgive him.
But he wasn't ready to give up on trying to win her back.
Gemma received a call that evening, one she couldn't pick up. She missed it during her second shower of the day.
She picked up her cell, pressing it to her ear, and listened to the voicemail.
He was singing, singing her song.
He remembered.
Sure, not perfectly, some words had been replaced or mixed up, because he was human and didn't have a perfect memory. Her song was not that of an apology, but then again, he wasn't asking to be forgiven.
His voice was rich and deep, carrying through the phone in a buzz, his tone soft and loving. Usually she did not like when people sang, it made her feel awkward and almost embarassed, but in his case there was nothing to be embarrassed of. His voice was beautiful.
His voice reminded her of rumbling thunder, rousing the feeling deep inside her chest that both excited and frightened her.
As if to confirm it was that same feeling, she moved the phone away from her ear, pressing it to her chest, and for a single heartbeat, felt the thrill 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...
