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 f*****g right, I was only giving myself the excuse that I could get the satisfaction if I hurt her always.
She was always driving me insane and now I'm acting like a lunatic just because of her.
I dreaded one thing in my life and that's, 'LOVE'.
She was making me go on that path and I had to stop it by hating her.
That was the only way for me.
'You're just a psychopath and it would have been far better if yo
