Zoe was still dangling.
The cold room kept the temperature constantly in check.
She waited.
Waited.
Waited.
For what?
Nobody was going to save her.
Oh, how many times had she imagined Louis coming into the room, saving her.
But that never happened.
That would never happen.
Nobody will ever save her.
It always happens so slowly.
You stop believing in everyone else.
Zoe started to accept the outcome.
At some point, nothing else is left.
All that was left was waiting until she died.
Only your belief that he will come once more.
That you will be tortured once more...
"Is that true?"
Zoe didn't bother to look up.
In fact, she didn't even bother to think about what she heard.
Maybe another illusion, she thought.
"The sun is here"
Zoe's eyes snapped back into reality.
She did hear something.
"You are the sun"
She looked around, frantic for anyone to save her.
But there was no one there.