Gavin sits at his desk in his room in his apartment, staring at his phone screen, waiting for anything, any text, anything at all while staring at a picture. He traces his thumb over the screen, where the face of a certain person is. "Come on... please. Where are you?" He whispers, almost as if he thought he'd actually get an awnser. "It's been a week. Please. I'm so worried."
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