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

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

sync with society. Agony, sadness, or even

not happy either... "I felt like an idiot who couldn't even recall my own

me seriously. "You chose to forget. You made

fell silent, feeling unbearable discomfort overwhelming

revert to my old self, would Steven

the way," I suddenly remembered something. "Peter and Aunty Lois—

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

feeling a tightness

here to see Steven, pretending to

was still unconscious, did she decide

Steven

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

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

the surge

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

Yasmin had passed to Steven - it was a piece of paper

didn't understand its