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

her way around the cabinet

What is she doing?

it, intending on cleaning up

kneeling over the broken glass and caught sight of her staring at him

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

her quilt, exposing only her angry eyes to

froze, still

In her dreams? Scum?

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

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

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

as clear as day. Just like

be dreaming. Sasha

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

“Is it true?”

“What?”

before her sounded hoarse. He

with a gentleness that was shocking to