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

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

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

he left, consumed

causing my chest to ache terribly. I wanted to shout

the nightmare, breathing heavily, sweat dripping from my forehead and

whispered, "Stephie... did you have a

breathing heavily, and after a long pause, I leaned into

now reliance, or perhaps something more... With those missing pieces of my memories, I wouldn't label it as love,

body noticeably tensed as he held me. "Does it pain you if I

as though he had been waiting

give him the answer he wanted, even if it

his wrist and whispered, "It pains

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

speechless, finding

rolling... "I protested, ending up lying

intimate; with one wrong move, something

I couldn't help but marvel at his stunning eyes, though I had always been aware of