Revenge After Death

He wouldn't blame her for falling in love with someone else.

Despite his high fever and almost contorted body due to pain, Steven staggered toward the school gate that day.

He had to ensure his girl entered the school.

"This necklace is worth something , right ?'' However , a group of ruffians robbed her, They took money from her bag and snatched the necklace from her neck.

Stephanie cried and pleaded for them to return the necklace. "My mom gave me that."

Furious, Steven charged at them, but the thugs escaped on their motorcycles.

He watched her crying while collecting her books from the ground.

"Don't cry, Stephie... Don't cry." He longed to comfort her.

Still, he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Finally, he couldn't resist and hobbled over to help her pick up her books.

However, his gruesomely bloodied hands scared her.

Numbly, he watched his beloved girl run away in terror.

Powerless and panicked, he hid his hands behind his back and wanted to say something. Still, he ran off instead.

That day, he found those thugs.

Despite his fever and unhealed wounds, he managed to fight them and retrieve her necklace and money.

But how was he a match for so many people? He would feel pain too. If he hadn't been desperate enough to grit his teeth and punch as if he wanted to kill the lead punk, how would those people have given him her stuff back?

"Pfft!" Finally , he couldn't hold on and spit out blood. He held the necklace and fainted on the concrete floor filled with blood.

It was cold.

Gazing at the gray sky, he murmured, "Stephie... It's so cold."

Outside the school.

Stephanie left cautiously, Stephanie looked around cautiously after school.

She was afraid the punks would haunt her.

She was trying to avoid them.

But as soon as she got out of school she smelled the strong scent of blood.

She looked up in fear and bumped into Steven's deep eyes. Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Perhaps to avoid scaring her, Steven had put on gloves before slipping her the necklace and money. Then, he hurriedly walked off.

Stephanie wanted to say something but didn't in the end.

Stephanie was gone. She was going home.

She had a home to return to, with another man.

She had completely forgotten him and fallen for someone else.

Steven, hiding in the alleyway, struggled to remove his gloves with his teeth while enduring the pain.

How could he wear gloves on his badly burned hands?

Every time he took off his gloves, it was like peeling his own skin.

Still, he didn't want to frighten Stephanie.

"Stephie, let's walk home together."

That day, Stephanie had a friend to walk home with.

"It's been unusually quiet outside school lately. Those thugs are gone. It's strange."

Stephanie stood outside the alley and looked back.

She seemed to be looking for something.

"Stephanie, those thugs who bullied you are gone. Thank goodness."

Stephanie smiled and looked toward the corner.

Steven was hidden there, in the darkness, guarding Stephie.

"Tf you touch her again, I'll kill you," Steven said with a hoarse voice while stepping on a thug under his feet.

The thugs fled but returned with a group to ambush Steven.

Finally, they cornered Steven where Stephanie frequented.

"There's a fight over there. Stephie, let's go. It's scary."

"Stephie! Someone's being killed! Hurry!"

Stephanie's legs numbed. She turned back to look at the alleyway.

All she saw was a dark red pool of blood slowly spreading.

"Let's go, Stephie! Don't gawk!"

In the alleyway.

Steven leaned against the wall with his hands limply falling to his sides. The tiny photo of Stephanie in his palm was soaked in blood.

"Stephie... it's good that you've forgotten me.

"Don't be sad, Stephie.

"Don't look back. Don't remember me."