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Blaze walks over. “Hey Chiara.”
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[i]I say quietly,[/i] "Hi Blaze."
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“Um....are you okay?”
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"I'll take a drink." [i]I glance at how far away Blaze is.[/i]
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He’s right by her table. “Are you okay?”
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[i]I itch my wrist, then quickly cross my arms, my hands facing down on my arms, dark spots under my eyes.[/i] "Yeah. I'd like a drink please."
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“You’re....not okay Chiara.”
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"IIII'm fine Blaze.", [i]I say emphasizing the "I'm".[/i]
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“Ok.....what do you want to drink?”
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"Strongest thing you got.", [i]My eyes have a glassy look to them.[/i]
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Blaze sits down. “Chiara.....”
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"What?", [i]I shift my arms, and dryly cough.[/i]
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“You’re obviously not doing good.”
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"What do you mean?"
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“You seem upset.”
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"What would I be upset about?"
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“I don’t know. But you seem upset, and I don’t like my friends seeming upset.”
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"Blaze...I just want a drink."
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“You’ll get a free drink......but you have to tell me what’s wrong.”
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"Nope. I'll pass.", [i]I sigh.[/i]
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“C’mon, you can tell me what’s wrong.”
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"Nope.", [i]As I say it, Blaze catches a glint of something...bad. To be sure, he'd have to look closer.[/i]
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He looks closer.
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[i]Shame. And deep, unimaginable pain.[/i]
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Blaze frowns. “Chiara.....what’s up?”