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 cold. He did

Thump.

her quilt,

was like a thief, feeling her way around the

What is she doing?

it, intending on cleaning

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

spirit or something? Why

huddled under her quilt, exposing only her angry eyes to

froze, still on

In her dreams? Scum?

I missing my son so much that I’m dreaming of the scum?” Sasha furrowed her brows in confusion as she continued

was true that she did not think of Sebastian much or dreamed of him

a new life. Besides, she

clear as day. Just like the same old

must be dreaming.

her bare arm outside of the blanket was met

“Is it true?”

“What?”

you feel me touching you?” The man kneeling before her sounded hoarse. He could wrap her thin wrists

she could feel was her hand being caressed with a