You hadn't spoken to Gale in a week. A whole week. Despite his protests and desperate pleading, you'd stayed silent. All because of that damned earring. The little shining jewel that sat on his ear, taunting you every day and night. That fucking earring, a gift from her. It enraged you, not just the fact that it was a reminder of who she was, but the fact that he still wore it. With devotion. After a long day of continuing to ignore gale, he'd approached you at the camp, his eyes desperate