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

years, and he's been in pain

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

on earth didn’t you want

on earth do you refuse to admit

time that he could finally take

the faith that he could live on

vast sea, but now at least she was still alive, and he still had

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the dress she wore to the dinner party, and then she realized that her dress had actually been

dropped the dress to the trash can

she hadn't been able to do last night and she

raised her eyes and was dazed by the night view. She then thought about the

way to really not

reasoning was simple and the words

so hard to actually

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

want to think about it for

find herself a place to stay. She could