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Noah sat up, burning himself again. He'd thought about going to her, but telling her just worried her more. |
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Emery decided to try Max's coping methods, grabbing a flask before taking a swig and immediately spitting it out into the sink. Blech. Won't do that again, she screwed the cap back on and put it up, rinsing her mouth out with water until the taste was long gone. |
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He burned, then put his lighter away, settling back down |
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She decided to not wake Noah, playing with Rocky for a little while. |
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Emery stayed downstairs, thinking of leaving him. |
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So many thoughts swirled in his mind. He felt awful about himself. He still loved her, but he didnt want to drag her down anymore. But he really wanted things between them to be permanent. He pulled out his phone looking at engagement rings on Amazon. They were still expensive. He felt even more awful he couldn't afford anything more. He had been saving for new paints, but instead, he paid for a 700 dollar ring, and then express shipping. |
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Emery sighed, rubbing her temple as she thought. -No, if I left it'd break him, besides, I still love him, kinda hard to leave admist everything...- |
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Noah laid back down, closing his eyes and rubbing his face. God, he was a mess.. |
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Emery walked back upstairs, seeing Noah was up and settling back beside him. "Morning," She murmured. |
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Bright Sunshine with a few High Clouds
