It had been two days since he asked his warriors to retreat and Hunter was still as broken as ever. His grandma had always said that time healed the wound but in his case, it seemed like time was only tearing his wound further apart.
Hunter wasn't sure he was getting any better. In fact, If there was one thing he was sure of, it was the obvious fact that he was getting worst. Why then could he not do anything without thinking about Cassandra? Was this how he was supposed to get better?
It was so annoying and it made him feel like a big fool, especially when he wasn't sure she cared about him just as much as he did. It was painful but every effort to stop thinking about her was futile. It felt like she was now his oxygen and breathing was difficult without her.
With a frustrated sigh,
