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 to

Thump.

quilt,

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

What is she doing?

it, intending on cleaning up

waited for her chance. He was kneeling over the

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

remained huddled under her quilt, exposing only her angry eyes

still

In her dreams? Scum?

that I’m dreaming of the scum?” Sasha furrowed her brows in confusion as she continued

that she did not think of Sebastian much or dreamed of him for the past

incessantly to set up a new life. Besides, she had to sever

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

must be dreaming. Sasha

before she could, her bare arm outside of the blanket was met with a sudden warmth. It surprised her to see a muscular hand

“Is it true?”

“What?”

me touching you?” The man kneeling before her sounded hoarse. He could

feel was her hand being caressed with a gentleness that was shocking