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."

lacked basic emotions. She had studied and imitated all

situation, she would smile along; if it was a situation for

felt like a misfit, out of sync with society. Agony, sadness, or even joy were all beyond

like an idiot who couldn't even recall

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

feeling unbearable discomfort overwhelming

my old self, would

I suddenly remembered something. "Peter and Aunty

plan to have Yasmin impersonate me, 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

aback, feeling a

see Steven, pretending to be

did she decide to come to

see her," Steven

today. She asked me to pass this to you, saying that you'll agree to see

me a reassuring glance and said, "Wait for me,

nodded, despite the surge of uneasiness

off under the shower, I stepped out of the bathtub, wrapping a towel around myself as I

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

I didn't