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She wrapped her arms around him once he settled, drifting off. |
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the next day, Noah wasn't much better. He wasn't crying constantly, but he was distant and quiet, keeping to himself, not doing much but zoning out. |
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She would go and sit next to him, looking over at him. "Please just tell me what's going on, please." Emery would repeat over and over again throughout the day. |
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"You already know whats wrong..." he grumbled everytime. |
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Emery nodded and sighed internally, feeling a heavy weight for he wouldn't just talk to her about it, maybe get it off his chest. She was there for him, and she'd listen anytime he spoke. |
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Noah was just upset. Very upset. |
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Emery backed off and was going to see if he could simmer himself out of it this time, so she stayed off the topic and on anything but anything relativly close to it. |
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Eventually, a few days later, Noah mellowed out, but was still distant in their relationship, mostly treating her as if she was a friend. Not really kissing, not really cuddling. |
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Emery let him, not pushing him to do anything. Letting him decide when he was okay to do so again. |
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Noah woke up, rolling over to face her, but not touching. "Hey," |
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Steady Rain all Day
