Revenge After Death

Perhaps I was unsettled, so I couldn't sleep soundly. After all, I had nearly been raped and trafficked.

I wondered how the old Stephanie Carlson would have handled it if she had been in that situation. She probably would have attacked Howard and Bobby with the knife before handing them over to the police, wouldn't she?

Regardless, I wasn't that Stephanie anymore.

Sometimes, I couldn't help but wonder if I was the Stephanie Carlson whom Steven loved. If Steven still loved that Stephanie, then was I - who had lost those memories and personality - the person he loved?

If a person's character had changed, would they still be considered the same person?

"Stephie... I want you to live on, that's all I ask."

"Steve... You can't hold me back."

"Stephanie Carlson, please don't be so cruel to me."

"But I have no heart... "

I had a nightmare. In the dream, I kept hurting myself, trying to end my life with all kinds of methods. I was seeking an escape.

Steven chained me up, cried, and begged me not to continue. He even went as far as hurting himself in front of me, threatening to end his life alongside mine if I wouldn't stop hurting myself - I watched him coldly, without intervening.

go with you; if you want to hurt yourself, I'll do it too," Steven

can't escape from this... I'm a monster. I won't genuinely

at me in despair, the knife in his hand fell to the ground, blood dripping from his fingertips. After a long silence, he spoke with reddened eyes, "Are

left, consumed by deep

ache terribly. I wanted to shout out to Steven, to stop him from hurting himself. "No... Steve, don't.

heavily, sweat dripping from my forehead

hugged me from behind and whispered, "Stephie... did

after

for Steven were now reliance, or perhaps something more... With those missing pieces of my memories, I wouldn't label it as love, though. "Please don't hurt yourself anymore, okay?" I said

noticeably tensed as he held me. "Does it pain you if I do, Stephie?"

certain response, as though he had been waiting

had to give him the answer he wanted, even if

held his wrist and whispered,

kissed my forehead excitedly and rolled around with

finding his reaction was

ending up lying on top of

one wrong move, something might

gazed at me, I couldn't help but marvel at his stunning eyes,