It was Thursday, but just by ten minutes.
12:10am he got a phone call.
"I can't sleep." Her voice was quiet, but it seemed to be shaking.
"Gemma?" He asked groggily, sitting up in his bed and rubbing his eyes. "Gemma, what's wrong?"
"I can't . . . " Her voice cracked as she tried to repeat herself, and she fell silent.
He flicked on the lights, and shrugged on some pants. "I'm coming over, okay? I'll be there in a few-"
"No!" She sounded panicked, before lowering her voice, "Please don't."
"Why?"
"I don't want to keep you up."
"Gemma, I wouldn't be able to sleep with the thought of you alone and distressed anyway. I'm coming over."
She sighed, "ok," and expected him to hang up.
He didn't. He kept her on the line the entire way there, and only pulled the phone away from his ear when he arrived outside her door.
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Sip by Sip
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...
