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."

had studied and imitated all feelings and sensations

smile in a situation, she would

a misfit, out of sync with society. Agony,

either... "I felt like an idiot who

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

feeling unbearable discomfort

I were to revert to my old self, would Steven still

the way," I suddenly remembered something. "Peter

they had succeeded.

taken aback, feeling a tightness

she here to see Steven,

she decide to come to

see her," Steven replied, furrowing

today. She asked me to pass this to you, saying that

expression darkened. He gave me a reassuring

despite the surge of uneasiness in

the shower, I stepped out of the bathtub,

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

I didn't understand