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.

his

four years, and he's been

every second, just whenever he thought about her, every cell in his body would be

on earth didn’t you

earth do you refuse to admit

only after a long time that

it, the faith that he could live on

had perished in the vast sea, but now at least she

returned to her own room, she took a deep breath, but did not feel relieved. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest

then she realized that her dress had actually been cut in several places, so

dress to the trash can

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

a bustling night scene. She raised her eyes and was

to really not

and the words

hard to

must find out the truth about what happened back then, and seek justice for

didn't want to think about it for

stay. She could not