Blinded by the pooling tears within her lids, her fingers searched for the blankets. She covered herself with its warmth and curled up her shivering body between her knees.
"Why does it always felt so real?"
Although she didn't experience this story in her dreams before, it was not her first time to have night terrors. After getting out of that enclave fifteen years ago, Zoe became numb as dead. She wouldn't talk or eat.
"I thought I have already moved on from this."
Because visions of the island will haunt her as soon as she closes her eyes, she has a tendency to not sleep even for a moment. She just stared at blank space, screaming the names of her mom and dad now and then.
It was her Uncle Bo, the father of Cayden, who received her and cared for her until she recovered and lived a normal life. She practically grew up under their roof and settled with them until she left to study abroad.
"Cayden…"
