You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Luther watched her disappear behind the door of the room, never to be seen again.

He sat dismally in the sofa, unable to extricate himself from what she said for a long time.

In his hand, he still held the cold blade.

He numbly put the apple into his mouth, but could not taste anything. No sweetness, and not even sourness.

"Pop!" The fruit knife fell to the ground and he did not know.

A sense of powerlessness almost overwhelmed him. It was a sense of frustration that he had never felt before, and his mind went blank because of it.

If there was hatred in her heart, as long as she could revenge or vent her anger, he might still have a chance.

But she said the only way to really not care was to not hate...

It was true. If you did not even have hatred in your heart, that meant you simply did not care anymore. Naturally, he would never ever have a second chance.

He crouched on the couch and suddenly felt unable to breathe. His chest felt so stuffy that not even a single breath of air could enter.

It hurt... It hurt so bad.

It hurtin his chest ... It hurtin

been four years, and he's

second, just whenever he thought about her,

earth didn’t

earth do you refuse to admit it?

a long time that he could finally take a

faith that

she had perished in the vast sea, but now

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her dress had actually been cut in several places, so it seemed that the dress was

the dress to

mask, which she hadn't been able to do last night and she had worn it for a bit too

she put on her pajamas and sat on the couch. She turned her head, and outside the window there was a bustling night scene. She raised her eyes and was dazed by the night view.

not care was to not

simple and the

to

in blood. Besides, she must find out the truth about what happened back then, and seek justice

the rest, she didn't want to think about

to stay. She could not always live in the hotel and meet him