Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 457

"Phoebe..."

Colin was terrified by my self-harm, aware that it was my way of protesting against those shadowy figures observing me from afar.

But the last thing he wanted was for me to hurt myself.

He would rather have a Phoebe who was blissfully unaware and amnesiac than the Phoebe who was fully conscious... at least she'd be carefree.

That's why... after all these years of my memory loss, Colin preferred to suffer in silence, protecting me from the shadows, never daring to come close. He feared that seeing him might trigger my memories of our shared past.

He feared plunging me back into a hellish existence.

He wanted to save me.

He could only watch, helplessly, as I fell for someone else, never daring to come close...

The agony he must have felt.

It had to be a hundred times worse than mine.

To watch the person you love forget you and fall for someone else.

"Phoebe... look at me, please, just look at me," Colin's voice seemed so distant.

He begged me, his voice trembling, pleading for me to look into his eyes.

His eyes, deep blue like the night sky or the vast ocean...

I had once hoped to drown in those eyes of his, where death wouldn't be a punishment, but my escape.

Unfortunately.

I was cursed, 'resurrected from

"Phoebe."

home, and we hid in the

close, whispering, "Phoebe, we're going to win, we have

escape?"

had asked him the same question when I was eighteen, begging

"No more running..."

no

had promised me we

But we failed.

youthful selves were no match for the power and

time, Colin said no more

no

nightmare, and we could be

to caress Colin's

brought his hands to my head, deepening our

good at kissing, struggling to breathe, almost

corners of my eyes, tenderly wiping away the tears on my

asking for

agree, he wouldn't touch

awkward adolescence, it was

sensations of desire.

like

the

right when both parties are willing; anything else is a violation." I remember telling Colin, such matters require

seemed easily swayed

he could restrain

Phoebe, he could control his instincts

like a beast trapped

resisting that nature for