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."

original state lacked basic emotions. She had studied and imitated all feelings

she recognized that normal people would smile in a situation, she would smile along; if it was a situation for tears, she would

out of sync with society.

not happy either... "I felt like an idiot

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

silent, feeling unbearable discomfort

I were to revert to my old self, would Steven

way," I suddenly remembered something.

although I wasn't sure if they had succeeded. But I could finish, someone interrupted. "Sir, Yasmin is here to see you," Ewan announced, knocking on the

feeling a tightness in

Was she here to see Steven, pretending

was still unconscious, did she decide to

see her," Steven replied,

pass this to you, saying that you'll agree to see her once you read

He gave me a reassuring glance

despite the surge of uneasiness in

out of the bathtub, wrapping a towel around myself as I approached

was curious to see what Yasmin had passed to Steven - it was a piece of paper with a 'π' written

didn't understand its