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?

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

Thump.

the cover of her quilt,

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

What is she doing?

went towards it, intending on cleaning up

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

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

huddled under her quilt, exposing only her angry eyes to glare

froze, still

In her dreams? Scum?

scum?” Sasha

did not think of Sebastian

up a new life. Besides, she had to sever

as clear as day. Just like the same old domineering and stubborn Sebastian

be

the blanket was met with a sudden warmth. It surprised

“Is it true?”

“What?”

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

hand being caressed with a gentleness that was shocking to her.