THIRTY

The evening luminous moon cast long shadows on the ground and the slanting rays of the setting sky gave a warm blue tinge to the sky. The night sky was aglow and bright. Gemma stared at the moon from the ceiling to floor window, in Issac's room, this was a view, she found interesting and could stare at for hours without getting tired.

"Hey?" His deep hoarse and raspy voice called, Issac pulled her tighter to his body.

"Yeah?" She says, a little sleepy.

"Is something wrong?" Issac cleared his throat.

"No, not really" she says, his place was quiet and peaceful, and loved it compare to hers.

"That means there's something" he pulled her over him, Gemma giggled. "Spill baby" he says, she rolled and eyes and started.

"Don't you fee lonely, sleeping here every night, just you... by yourself" Isaac chest moved in and out, with her question.

"It's really not bad..." He says.

"So that means it's bad?" She looked up at him.

"That's my word, Gems" He wrinkled his eyebrows at her