An Unexpected Turn

"EMMMA!!"

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Noah ran to catch the fallen Emma, laying her head against his arm. His voice trembles as he tells her, "You will be okay. I got you. You're okay." Struggling to dial 911 as his hands won't stop trembling.

It was the first time Emma saw a different expression on his face. She gently placed her hand over his phone and said, "I'm fine." with a smile. Noah with worried eyes staring back at her, despairingly asked, "How can you still smile like that when you just got stabbed?"

Emma grabbed his face making his attention only on her, "I didn't get stabbed." She pulls up her shirt midway to prove it to him. Flustered Noah quickly pulled her shirt down and looked away, "How do you explain the blood then?" Emma wasn't sure herself, but then noticed her grocery bag was cut open, "I think he stabbed my ketchup when I was trying to avoid the knife" lifting the opened ketchup from the bag, "I was still holding the bag when I kicked him" letting out a cheerful laugh.

"Are you recording a drama somewhere?" an elder woman interrupted them looking for the cameras. Unaware of the crowd that was inspecting them, they instantly stood up patting their clothes, pretending nothing happened. "Let go." trying to escape the people's eyes. But Emma suddenly grabbed his arm, and with dejected mentions, "I can't go back without my ketchup though..." staring at her ruined t-shirt.

Noah removes his sweater and wraps it around her. This time they went inside the market together.

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On the way back to Emma's house, Noah broke the silents and demanded, "Why didn't you leave? If you had left when I told you to you..." looking at her bruises, "you wouldn't get hurt."

Emma glances over to him as he finishes his sentence, the moonlight gleams above him giving him a glow, making her heart tugs once again.

Feeling her stares, he turns toward her, locking eyes for a while.

Just then a small gust of wind blew by messing Emma's hair up. Noah leans forward and fixes her hair. As he approached in front of her, Emma stood there, holding her breath as she felt his hand touch her cheek. Her heart started to beat faster and faster as their eyes met again. Couldn't bear the atmosphere anymore, she slapped his back harder than she anticipated, "I'm not a little girl."

After ruining the mood, she brought Mimi, "How's Mimi doing?" fidgeting her finger. "Doing better than you.", he said with a smirk. Suprise by the joke, Emma hinted, "Someone is looking for another beaten." before raising her arms.

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Before they knew it, they reached Emma's front gate as she began to walk in, she suddenly turned around and told Noah to call her when he got home. He gave her a small smile and responded, "Okay, keep the sweater too." imitating the way she was sniffing his sweater as they were walking home.

Her cheeks turned bright red, and shouted out of embarrassment, "I WAS GONNA WASH IT!" That was the first time Emma heard Noah laugh. Standing there, amaze, he interrupted, "Aren't you going in?" questioning her behaviors. "I'm GOING."

Setting the ketchup on the kitchen counter, she went up to her room still feeling humiliated. Her mom soon came up to check on Emma after hearing multiple thumps coming from her room. Before knocking she flinched as Emma suddenly screamed at the top of her lungs. Her mom decided to not interfere and went back to the kitchen, "She needs to see the doctor soon..."