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.

with you; if you want to hurt yourself, I'll

the chains. "It's no use, Steve. We can't escape from this... I'm a monster. I won't genuinely have feelings for you. Even if you were

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

consumed by

sound of the iron chains causing my chest to ache terribly. I wanted to shout out to Steven, to stop him from

the nightmare, breathing heavily, sweat

from behind and whispered, "Stephie... did

Steven, still breathing heavily, and after a

of my memories, I wouldn't label it as love, though. "Please don't hurt yourself anymore, okay?" I said softly, gently touching

it pain you if I

was hoping for a certain response, as though he had been waiting

I had to give him the answer he wanted,

and whispered,

suddenly kissed my forehead excitedly and rolled around with

left speechless, finding his reaction was rather

protested, ending up lying

position was too intimate; with one wrong move, something

help but marvel at his stunning eyes, though I