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.

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

escape from this... I'm a monster. I won't genuinely have feelings for you. Even if

ground, blood dripping from his fingertips. After a long silence, he spoke with reddened eyes, "Are you hungry, Stephie? I'll go buy you something

he left, consumed by

I struggled desperately, the clashing sound of the iron chains causing my chest to ache terribly. I wanted to

breathing heavily, sweat dripping from my forehead and saturating

behind and whispered, "Stephie... did

looked at Steven, still breathing heavily, and after a long

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 softly, gently touching the scars on his wrist

he held me. "Does it pain

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

internally, persuading myself that I had to give him

"I held his wrist and whispered, "It

a long pause, Steve suddenly kissed my forehead excitedly and rolled around with me in

speechless, finding his reaction was rather

up lying

too intimate; with one wrong move, something might accidentally

his stunning eyes, though I

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