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?

by the bed. His limbs and face felt unnaturally cold. He did not know what or

Thump.

of her quilt,

way around the cabinet

What is she doing?

it, intending on cleaning

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

alone? Are you an evil spirit or something? Why am I always dreaming about a scum

huddled under her quilt, exposing only her angry eyes

still on

In her dreams? Scum?

of the scum?” Sasha furrowed her brows in

did not think of Sebastian much or dreamed

incessantly to set up a new life. Besides, she had to sever all ties with her past connections when she faked her

before Sasha, as clear as day. Just like the same old domineering and

must be dreaming.

but before she could, her bare arm outside of the blanket was met with a sudden

“Is it true?”

“What?”

feel me touching you?” The man kneeling before her

being caressed with a gentleness that