Angelica
You know that feeling you get when you know you've said too much of the heavy things that should really never be spoken out loud in the first place? I had that feeling, in my stomach the entire time we walked down to the beach. Will didn't seem to mind my silence, but I minded. I minded that I'd basically exposed myself to him a very vulnerable way and he'd chosen silence. Again.
And the more I thought about it the more disappointed I became.
Until Demetri's words hit me all over again like a sense of Déjà Vu when I saw his face near the bonfire.
"He doesn't hate you. He hates himself."
I stumbled into the sand, Will gripped my arm and kept me from planting my face in the dirt. "You okay?"
"I don't hate you." I said the same thing that the guys had said to me over and over a
