NovelBookPerhaps I was unsettled, so I couldn't sleep soundly. After all, I had nearly been raped and trafficked.
I wondered how the old Stephanie Carlson would have handled it if she had been in that situation. She probably would have attacked Howard and Bobby with the knife before handing them over to the police, wouldn't she? Regardless, I wasn't that Stephanie anymore.
Sometimes, I couldn't help but wonder if I was the Stephanie Carlson whom Steven loved. If Steven still loved that Stephanie, then was I - who had lost those memories and personality - the person he loved? S~Earch the Find Nøvelwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.
If a person's character had changed, would they still be considered the sperson? "Stephie... I want you to live on, that's all I ask." "Steve... You can't holdback." "Stephanie Carlson, please don't be so cruel to me." "But I have no heart... " I had a nightmare. In the dream, I kept hurting myself, trying to end my life with all kinds of methods. I was seeking an escape.
Steven chainedup, cried, and beggednot to continue. He even went as far as hurting himself in front of me, threatening to end his life alongside mine if I wouldn't stop hurting myself - I watched him coldly, without intervening.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"If you want to die, I'll go with you; if you want to hurt yourself, I'll do it too," Steven threatened, though his voice sounded pleading.
I gazed at him coldly, struggling to break free from the chains. "It's no use, Steve. We can't escape from this... I'm a monster. I won't genuinely have feelings for you. Even if you were to die in front of me, I won't shed a tear for you." Steven looked atin despair, the knife in his hand fell to the ground, blood dripping from his fingertips. After a long silence, he spoke with reddened eyes, "Are you hungry, Stephie? I'll go buy you something to eat." Then, he left, consumed by deep despair.
In the dream, I struggled desperately, the clashing sound of the iron chains causing my chest to ache terribly. I wanted to shout out to Steven, to stop him from hurting himself. "No... Steve, don't. Steve!" I woke up from the nightmare, breathing heavily, sweat dripping from my forehead and saturating my hair.
Steven huggedfrom behind and whispered, "Stephie... did you have a nightmare?" I looked at Steven, still breathing heavily, and after a long pause, I leaned into his embrace.
I wasn't sure what my feelings for Steven were now reliance, or perhaps something more... With those missing pieces of my memories, I wouldn't label it as love, though. "Please don't hurt yourself anymore, okay?" I said softly, gently touching the scars on his wrist with my fingers.
Steven's body noticeably tensed as he held me. "Does it pain you if I do, Stephie?" he asked softly.
I could sense he was hoping for a certain response, as though he had been waiting for this answer for a long time.
I struggled internally, persuading myself that I had to give him the answer he wanted, even if it was only a lie. "Steve... "I held his wrist and whispered, "It painsif you do." After a long pause, Steve suddenly kissed my forehead excitedly and rolled around within his arms.
I was left speechless, finding his reaction was rather childish.
"Stop rolling... "I protested, ending up lying on top of him.
Our position was too intimate; with one wrong move, something might accidentally unfold.
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As Steven gazed at me, I couldn't help but marvel at his stunning eyes, though had always been aware of their beauty. "Stephie..." Steven whispered my name, his expression as joyful as that of a grown-up boy.
"You'll always trust me, won't you?" I desperately sought reassurance.
"I'll always... recognize you at first glance," Steven pressed my head and on planted a kiss on my forehead. I leaned against his chest, quietly listening to his heartbeat.
"It's still early. Go back to sleep," Steven whispered. But I found myself no longer feeling sleepy.
Seeing that I had no intention of moving, Steven shifted his body carefully yet uncomfortably raidn't e notice anything unusual until I felt his body temperature rising. "You're torturing me... Stephie," he whispered in agony. My ears flushed as I quickly sat up, unintentionally causing more discomfort for Steven.
I swiftly lay down on my side, turning my back to Steven, and remained silent.
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