Chapter 97

• ELIOT.
• He leaves the bathroom and finds the whole room dark again. He furrows his brow and wonders if Elizabeth really came or if it was just a simple illusion due to his bad mood.
• He knows it's a reality as soon as he sees Elizabeth lying on his bed. She has covered herself with the sheet up to her shoulders and rests her head on a pillow while watching the rain fall. He takes a moment to see her in that angelic way, as if at night she were a completely different person. All that resonant personality she conveys, that coldness and silence that she only allows to give, fades away to become a nineteen"year"old girl who is desperate to survive.