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

"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 to die in front of

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

he left, consumed by

iron chains causing my chest to ache terribly. I

the nightmare, breathing heavily, sweat dripping

whispered, "Stephie...

and after a long

wasn't sure what my feelings 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

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

response, as though he had been

give him

wrist and whispered, "It pains

forehead excitedly and rolled around with me in his

finding his

ending up lying on top

was too intimate; with one wrong move,

at his stunning eyes, though I had