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Noah just fell silent, quietly crying again. He felt awful for keeping her up when she was tired.
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"I've got you, you're okay.." She murmured once more.
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This wasn't relieving his stress; if anything, it was building it. He was feeling more and more awful about this.
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"Can I get you anything? Whatever you need i've got it, trust me." She said softly, keeping him close.
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Noah shook his head, shaking. He was just getting worse. He needed to control something. Everything else right now was out of control; he needed to control something.
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Emery pulled away, looking him in the eyes. "Babe you're getting worse by the second, please... what do you need?" She asked softly, just wanting to help.
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"I need to burn... please..." he sobbed.
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"Is there anything else you could do?" Emery asked, now feeling terrible.
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She reluctantly slipped the lighter in his hand with a sigh, rubbing her eyes.
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