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

normal people would smile in a situation, she would

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

"I felt like an idiot who couldn't even recall

at me seriously. "You chose to

feeling unbearable discomfort overwhelming

my old self,

I suddenly remembered

plan to have Yasmin impersonate me, although I wasn't sure if they had succeeded.

feeling a tightness in

to see

Michael was still unconscious, did she decide to come

her," Steven replied,

to you, saying

expression darkened. He gave me a reassuring glance

surge of uneasiness in my

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

passed to Steven - it was a piece

I didn't