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***TRIGGER WARNING: Suicide Talk*** Elisa Muse I walked out of the bathroom, towel-drying my hair and wearing a pair of cozy pajamas. As soon as I stepped out of the hallway, I heard a noise inside Leon's room. What the f**k happened? The noise was something close and very similar to sobbing. Why would a Playboy superstar be crying about it? It doesn't make any sense. Usually, when I am in a blue mood, I tend to overindulge in my favorite comfort food. My poison of choice for tonight is hot cocoa with marshmallows. I walked downstairs and prepared my special hot cocoa recipe. I decided to play nice and prepare enough for two. After all, Leon did most of the work that was supposed to be shared between the two today. I was deep in thought. My fear of facing Noah, my curiosity about k