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

and he's

day, every minute, every second, just whenever he thought about her,

you, why on earth didn’t

you refuse

was only after a long time that he could finally take a

found it, the faith that

everyone said she had perished in the vast sea, but now at least she was still alive, and he

own room, she took a deep breath, but did not feel relieved. Sᴇaʀch

her dress had actually been cut in several places,

the dress to the

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

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

way to really not care was

reasoning was simple and the words

hard to

she only wanted Charlotte to pay in blood. Besides, she must find out the truth about what happened back then, and seek justice for

for the rest, she didn't want to think about

She could not always live in the hotel