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!

he hadn't asked her. He wouldn't allow it! He wouldn't

limit and his

almost overwhelmed by the waves of the ferocious aching. His body went limp, and he crouched on the

rolled over

cell in his body, were experiencing the same

inch of his bone

like a blade

hurting to the extreme. The

there were countless images rushing around and each of them

longer resist it all, and they must come

if they could no longer be kept in that little black hole, all the things 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 stood in their

memory, a bright, piercing light

last lightning bolt that shot out

"Baff—"

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a moment like this, he remembered it

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him, and that he was filled with happiness that nigh when he knew the child Joyce was carrying was his. That night he was overwhelmed by the good