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Five days. It’s been five days since the last time I talked to Gabriel and I can’t stand it anymore. I feel sick, and not just a normal sick either. I feel like every day it gets just a little harder to breathe, like I can’t quite get enough oxygen or something. And I feel slow, like my muscles don’t really want to be doing what I tell them to. I miss him more than I can even explain, and now I feel foolish for being so stubborn. “Oliver, I would like to call my mate.” I say tersely, still upset with the bear for keeping this trip from me. “We’re not allowed to call him, Avery. He’s the one who’s battling right now, we can’t distract him.” Oliver says, staring at the television. I huff, knowing the he doesn’t even enjoy watching the stupid thing. “But I need to apologize.” I s