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Emerson had been telling me about the pop evil tour that they were going on and all the Canada they were playing.
I hated it when Emerson left. Everything was quiet and timid, almost like it used to be. I hated it.
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It was the night before the Emerson was leaving for tour, I was lying in bed reading when he came out of the bathroom. I looked at him, a slight frown formed on my face.
"Do you have to leave?" I asked him, sounding clingy.
"Yes. I do." He shoved the suitcase off the side of the bed, he climb in next to me. "I love you, Y/N" he said and kissed my cheek.
"I love you too." I smiled and cuddled up next to him. My head was lying on his chest. I heard his heart beating, Emerson was stroking my hair as we fell asleep.
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