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.

as if I was cursed,

"Phoebe."

home, and

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

really escape?" I asked

had asked him the same question when I

"No more running..."

no more

I was eighteen, Colin had promised me we

But we failed.

no match for the power and

Colin said no

no more

nightmare, and we could

reached up to caress Colin's

to my

good at kissing, struggling

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

was asking for

didn't agree,

it was the age of

sensations of desire.

kissing like

the

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

then, Colin seemed easily swayed by

could

could control his instincts

Colin of the past was like a beast trapped in a cage, with Phoebe being his sole

was the beast's nature, then resisting that nature