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Noah calmly pocketed his lighter, going up to his room. |
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Em watched as he did, turning the page. |
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Noah sat down on his bed, sighing, looking down at the lighter. He bit his lip, burning himself before putting it away. |
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Emery eventually finished the book, heading back upstairs to go grab another. |
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Noah was just putting away the lighter, moving to get dressed. |
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"Oh yeah, found your lighter in the bathroom this morning. Don't know if I want to ask but, hey, if you want to tell me go on ahead if not then don't." She offered with a yawn, slipping the book back up as she went and grabbed another. |
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Noah cheeks flamed a burning red, he put his head down, embarrassed. |
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"But, if you ever do want to talk about it, or anything really, don't be ashamed to." She murmured softly, slipping back out. |
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Noah started to cry silently. He went downstairs, finding Em and just hugging her. |
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She held him close, rubbing his back slowly. "What's wrong?" Em asked softly |
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