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Noah nodded. "Yeah, let's go to bed," |
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"My bed or yours?" She asked, standing and taking his ahdn. |
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"Yours," he said, taking her hand and standing. |
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Emery nodded, leading him to her room and flopping down on the bed, sinking into it slightly. |
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Noah smiled, turning to get changed. He pulled his shirt over his head, exposing all his bruises and healing cuts and scars that Rowan had left on his body. |
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Emery cringed at the cuts, brows creasing with worry. "He did all that to you?" She asked quietly, standing and pulling on a sweatshirt and shorts. |
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"Rowan did all that to you?" She asks again, refrencing the cuts and bruises scattered like stars. |
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"Oh... yeah, he did," he replied quietly. Walking over to her and laying down beside her. It was worse below his waist, but he still had pants on, so nothing was shown. |
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"I'm sorry you had to go through that," she said softly, curling into him once he layed down next to her. |
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Nighttime Thunderstorms with Hail
