You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Let it all end with the wind.

“No, don't, Joyce!"

Luther rushed up against all odds, but was held back by the powerful heat flow.

Ricky's body was not far away, but he did not even look at it. He knew it was Joyce who killed Ricky.

He instantly understood that just now he had a brush with death, and it was Joyce who saved him at the last moment.

However, Joyce was blown off the cliff by the explosion.

"Joyce, no!"

He was burned by the hot air currents and was heavily thrown backwards. He shouted hysterically. His voice was full of grief and anger, like that of a howling gale, piercing through the explosion, the stone forest and the layers of waves. His hysterical shouting kept echoing everywhere and hovering overhead for a long time, so that everyone in the entire vicinity of the cliff could hear him.

No way, he didn't believe it.

Just before his eyes, she fell off the cliff.

He watched her disappear into the horizon and he felt like a million sharp blades were cutting his heart at the same time.

No way!

No way!

hadn't asked her.

soon reached its limit and his

the waves of the ferocious aching. His body went limp, and he

rolled over

in

his skin and every inch of his bone seemed to be

a blade slicing his

to the extreme. The pain was beyond what words could

images rushing around and each

it all, and they must

and all the memories that were once lost were, at this moment, running at him like the worst tsunami in the world and everything that

the memory, a bright, piercing

bolt that shot

"Baff—"

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like this, he remembered it

he

it was Joyce who saved him, and that he was filled with happiness that nigh when he knew the child