You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Joyce took a few sharp breaths and didn't say a word.

"Don't shake your hand, come on, hold the gun steady. Your marksmanship, isn't it the world's best? Don't miss the shot.” Charlotte's eyes almost popped out.

The thrill of watching the two of them, killing each other, was too intense.

Joyce froze in place as she slowly raised the gun and finally pointed it straight at Luther's heart.

Love and family.

Her parents and Luther. She would have to choose one or the other. When the gun was pointed at his heart, her brow twitched violently, like a fire blown by the wind.

The sky outside the rotten building, from just now, had turned gloomy, and it began to snow.

With no windows above the rotten building, snowflakes drifted in unrestrainedly.

Joyce in

pointed at his heart. “Luther, you know what?" Without warning, raging tears welled up, and Joyce had never

knife, "I hate you! I hate you! You think you know everything? In fact, you don't know anything! Falling off a cliff into the sea, my daughter!

you, it's all your fault. You're the culprit!" She yelled, tears pouring out, she raised

the pistol steady, was always pointed

was shocked, his black eyes full of endless regret

turned out that he had

she was never willing to meet him with her true face because

Anderson, Iris.

Only Anderson survived.

she was pregnant with two children and fell off a

he could imagine

him, why she hadn't shown up for four years, and why she

originally just his sins