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

been four years, and he's been in

whenever he thought about her,

on earth didn’t you want to

on earth do you refuse

only after a long time that he could finally take

found it, the faith that

perished in the vast sea, but

deep breath, but did not feel relieved. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ

to the dinner party, and then she realized that her dress had actually been cut in several places, so it seemed that

dress to the trash

do last night and she had worn it for a bit too long this

quick shower, 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. She then thought about the scene just now when he held the blade in his hand, and her mind was a

really not care was to not

and the words were easy

so hard to

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

want

herself a place to stay. She could not always