Love Lost

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You were supposed to be mine.

There's a knock at the door, disturbing the young man on the couch.  With a groan, he marks the page in his book before setting it down and walking towards the door.  Right when he turns the lock, the door swings open.  Flashes of light and shrieks fill the once empty space. 

"Noah!"

"How does Cody's passing make you feel?"

"Noah, do you have any idea who the killer could be?"

"Weren't you two an item?"

Paparazzi.  Noah blows his hair out of his eye and scoffs.  "Don't you have more important things to do than invade my privacy?  Such as finding out the latest of Harold's mad skills? Or what Lindsay's new flavor of lipgloss will be? What about Gwen's hair color: is it still as dull as her personality?"

"Wise words from Noah!"

"Still got that sarcastic sense of humor we love!"

"Do you have the latest scoop, Noah?"

Noah groaned and slammed the door shut. As he sauntered back to his spot on the couch, realization of what a few of the reporters had said. Noah bolted to the foyer and opened the door back up. "Wait! Did you say that Cody is dead?"

The paparazzi were still outside his door, but his question made everyone go silent. Then, one of the shorter female ones took a step forward, clutching her notebook to her chest. "You didn't hear?"

Noah's chocolate brown eyes formed slits. "Hear what?"

The girl gulped before answering. "Cody's dead. He was murdered two days ago."

Without another word, Noah slammed the door shut once more, but this time he went to the kitchen and got his phone.  Upon reading headlines and reports, one even from the mouth of Bridgette Adler, he cried.