Demolished.

Charled clutched his hands to his mouth as he watched with mouth agape. A tear rolled down him eyes, and his face turned red. He sniffled, and another tear dropped.

Damien got to him not long after and halted beside him. He was about to ask Charles a question when he looked past him to the front. He gasped in disbelief.

There was a ruin of wood and planks in front of them. What used to be the bungalow of Charles was now in ruins.

"Did he do this?"

Damien asked, looking away from the ruins. His jaws tightened. For some reason, which he still couldn't explain, he felt really responsible to this lad called Charles. The feeling was strong even though he couldn't explain why.

Charles was not saying anything. He just kept staring. Perhaps to him, he was in a dream and was hoping that he would wake up as soon as possible.

Suddenly, Charles started to hit himself in the face and the head. He kept doing it as he let the tears out, gritting his teeth.

When he sent a punch towards his face
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