di Angelo POV

I couldn't do this anymore. I didn't know if he knew how long he had been in a coma for, but I knew I couldn't stand it. Any of it.

He was 20 years old now. I'd been waiting. Standing there, for 4 years. And everyone else had, too. It was Karter who made the time go back faster, but I knew full well of how long it had been. I knew full well of how many people had died in that time.

That night, when I stared at Will's sleeping face, instead of rubbing my face into the crook of his neck like I always had, I slithered away. I couldn't even be a part of this camp without Will by my side. So, that was it, then. I was leaving.