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 how

Thump.

the cover of her quilt, Sasha’s thin wrist appeared

around the cabinet by her bed, and knocked over

What is she doing?

on cleaning

kneeling over the broken glass and caught sight of

or something? Why am I

quilt, exposing only

still

In her dreams? Scum?

scum?” Sasha furrowed her brows in confusion as she continued to mumble to herself out

true that she did not think of Sebastian much

time in Moranta, she had worked incessantly to set up a new life. Besides, she had to

he stood before Sasha, as clear as day. Just like the same old

be dreaming.

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

“Is it true?”

“What?”

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 gentleness that was shocking