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?

stood by the bed. His limbs and face felt unnaturally cold. He did

Thump.

of her quilt, Sasha’s thin wrist appeared

thief, feeling her way around the cabinet by her bed, and knocked over a

What is she doing?

on cleaning up the shattered

crack in her quilt and waited for her chance. He was kneeling over

an evil spirit or something? Why am I always dreaming

her quilt, exposing only

froze, still on

In her dreams? Scum?

the scum?” Sasha furrowed her brows in confusion as she continued

not think of Sebastian much or dreamed of him for

life. Besides, she had to sever all ties with

day. Just like the same old domineering and stubborn Sebastian

must be dreaming. Sasha

before she could, her bare arm outside of the blanket was met with a sudden warmth. It surprised her to

“Is it true?”

“What?”

kneeling before her sounded hoarse. He could wrap her

could feel was her hand being caressed with a gentleness that was shocking