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.

hurt ... It hurtin his chest ... It

he's been in

whenever he thought about

on earth didn’t you want to show your

on earth do you refuse

a long time that he

found it, the faith

sea, but now at least she was still alive,

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she realized that her

the dress to the

mask, which she hadn't been able to do last night and she had worn it for a bit too long this time. Her skin needed a

scene. She raised her eyes and was dazed by the night view. She then thought about the scene just now when he

really not care was to

the words were easy to

to actually do

wanted Charlotte to pay in blood. Besides, she must find out the truth about

didn't want to think about it

a place to stay. She could not