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.

hurtin his chest ... It

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

the dress to

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

She turned her head, and outside the window there was a bustling night scene. She raised her eyes and was dazed

way to really not care was to

simple and the words were easy

hard to

find

didn't want

herself a place to stay. She could not always live in the