At first, Connor didn't believe it so he waited. Again. And again. However, the next day, when he woke up, there was no one by his side. And he was also alone two days later. It was all over.
The final battle was going to take place the next day and the Skinwalker who had pretended to be tired so as not to have to face anyone's gaze slipped into his bed and closed his eyes.
He hoped the sleep he needed and hadn't been able to find the previous days would finally find his way through his body. At least for a moment long enough for him to escape the pain.
Connor would never have believed that missing someone could be this painful. But now that he was experiencing it, it was to the point that there wasn't a single inch of his body that wasn't hurt. The gaping hole in his chest seemed connected to every nerve in his body. It was unbearable.
