Gwen could almost pull the hair out from her scalp with each buzz of her phone that wouldn’t be from Deacon’s origin. She had now spent an entire day without word from him, and feared that perhaps he had grown tired of her. She tried to call his phone, only to find it go to voicemail; tried to visit his apartment, but was told he hadn’t returned, and finally sought out his office-only to learn they hadn’t seen him since the day before either. Her mind began to race with a load of possibilities that could have happened to him. She knew their last conversation had been one where he was rather cold to her, making her theorize that perhaps he was just trying to take some time away from her. Due to this, she tried to carry on with her life as normal-but found every mundane activity she made to
