The Love that Never Really Dies

She doesn’t recognize me?

Can she remember me? Am I losing my mind?

Sebastian steadied himself and approached her cautiously. “Sasha?”

Sasha gazed back at him unblinkingly, through wide and tear-streaked eyes.

However, he saw the recognition in her gaze. It almost seemed as if she was waiting for something.

Sebastian was unable to restrain himself any longer. He took another step towards her. Sasha shrank away from him immediately.

“What are you doing? You are still hurt! Don’t move!” He grabbed hold of her.

His touch seemed to agitate Sasha. Distrust became horror as she screamed and twisted herself free from him.

“Let go! Let go of me!”

Distraught and afraid of hurting her, Sebastian let her go.

He watched as Sasha cower on her bed like a cornered deer. She buried her head under the blanket and began chastising herself.

Has she really lost her mind?

the bed. His limbs and face felt unnaturally

Thump.

her quilt, Sasha’s thin wrist appeared

around the cabinet by her bed, and knocked over a glass

What is she doing?

intending on

and waited for her chance. He was kneeling over the broken glass and caught sight of her staring at him through the

or something? Why am I always dreaming about a scum like you?” Sasha yelled

huddled under her quilt, exposing only her angry eyes

still

In her dreams? Scum?

of the scum?” Sasha furrowed

think of Sebastian much or dreamed of him for the past

had worked incessantly to set up a new life. Besides, she had to sever

Just like the same old domineering

must be dreaming.

her bare arm outside of the blanket was met with a sudden warmth. It surprised

“Is it true?”

“What?”

touching you?” The man kneeling before her sounded hoarse. He could wrap her

she could feel was her hand being caressed with a