LUCAS's POV

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The shattering sound of the flower vase echoed in my ears as I punched my fist furiously into the mirror in front of me.

I didn't mind the blood that seeped out of my fingers.

I kept on hitting the mirror which was cracking in pieces already.

I was angry and enraged.

I've never felt so hurt before, her words pierced my heart in the deepest part.

She was fucking right, I was only giving myself the excuse that I could get the satisfaction if I hurt her always.

She was ...