Revenge After Death

"Stephie, this shower gel is nice. It lathers up really well." Steve remarked as he squeezed some onto the bath puff and started rubbing it in.

I was in the bathtub, one foot propped up outside, feeling embarrassed. "Can you please leave? My foot hurts, not my hands."

Ignoring my request, Steven began lathering foam onto my leg.

Blushing furiously, I covered my face, feeling like I was being treated like his favorite toy. "Steven, seriously, get out."

But Steven paid no attention, continuing to apply foam all over my body.

"Steven Lincoln!" I warned firmly, feeling the heat rise in my ears.

He stayed silent, leaning against my shoulder and rinsing my back with the showerhead.

"Stephie... Don't listen to them. You're not a fool. You're fine as you are, really... "Steven said softly, trying to comfort me. "They don't know anything. They're the ones who don't understand." "Wasn't the old me good enough?" I asked softly.

There was a brief moment of tension in Steven's body before he shook his head. "No, that's not it- "

"Then what is?" I pressed, looking at him.

He straightened up, avoiding my gaze. "You weren't happy, and I didn't know how to make you happy."

emotions. She had studied and imitated all feelings and sensations

in a situation, she would smile along; if it

like a misfit, out of sync with society. Agony, sadness,

now, I'm not happy either... "I felt like an idiot who couldn't even recall

you." Steven looked at me seriously. "You chose to forget. You made that

fell silent, feeling

revert to my old self, would Steven

I suddenly remembered something.

intended to inform him about Peter and Aunty Lois' plan to have Yasmin impersonate me, although I wasn't sure if they had succeeded. But I could finish, someone

aback, feeling a tightness in

see Steven, pretending to be

was still unconscious, did she decide to

see her," Steven replied, furrowing his

asked me to pass this to you, saying that you'll agree to see her once you read it," Ewan

expression darkened. He gave me a reassuring glance and said, "Wait for me,

surge of uneasiness

under the shower, I stepped out of the bathtub, wrapping

had passed to Steven - it was a piece of paper with a 'π' written

I didn't