Chapter 55: Bleeding Love

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"Tell me

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"Tell me. Is that why you let him kiss you?" Kazuki asked. "Why would you ask me when you firmly believed in your own answer?" Asu responded before walking away, leaving Kazuki alone- and a loud thud rang as Kazuki landed his punch against the wall.

 "Why would you ask me when you firmly believed in your own answer?" Asu responded before walking away, leaving Kazuki alone- and a loud thud rang as Kazuki landed his punch against the wall

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'The more you love,
the more you hurt.
The more you hurt,
the more you realise
how much you love.'

The whisper of the closing door turned somewhat soft when it transmitted to the living room; yet, it sounded louder when it sneaked into his ears and beat his heart

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The whisper of the closing door turned somewhat soft when it transmitted to the living room; yet, it sounded louder when it sneaked into his ears and beat his heart. Knitting his brows deeper, the sound that signalled the leaving brunette stirred his emotions and anger to an advanced level silently.

The sound of his punching fist impacted against the silence in the living room turned inaudible behind the door; yet, it sounded harsher when it echoed in her ears and sank her heart. Tilting her head down as she held her fists against her chest, the sound of his bursting emotions tightened her heart to suffocation.

As his anger drained through his numbing fingers, her sorrow dissolved into tears. As if teardrops consumed her strength, her legs grew weak. The weeping brunette crouched down uncontrollably before sitting on the ground with her back leaning against the door.

Good time flies swiftly; yet, bad time tortures unmercifully. Each faint tick-tock of the secondhand that played in the silence punched against their broken hearts. As if time slipped away in the dark, the restless lovers lost track of time as their minds wandered in the shadowy labyrinth beneath their skulls.

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