Hunter’s POV
She wasn’t waking up. She wasn’t moving.
If I couldn't see her chest rising and falling at a steady pace, I would have thought that she died.
Why the fuck wasn’t she waking up?
I was on the verge of losing it completely. I marked her and I needed her now more than ever. I marked her and I needed to feel her next to me. I marked her and I needed to kiss her.
Leaving her in that room went against every instinct in my body and it was the hardest fucking thing I ever did.
I was sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall and pulling the strands of my hair as hard as I possibly could. I couldn't look at her anymore. I couldn't stare at her, wishing she would just open her eyes. It was breaking my heart into a million pieces and I couldn't do it anymore.
Anna and my father left to help my mom make us something to eat. I wasn’t going to eat anything. I wasn’t hungry. I couldn't think about anything else other than my Angel.