You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Joyce slowly walked up to Charlotte, her voice calm and soft.

She looked down at Charlotte from above, a quiet smile blossoming on her lips.

"Do you have any wet wipes?" She reached out, asking Luther.

She knew Luther had a serious cleanliness problem now and could not stand other women touching him.

She's seen a few times where office personnel have accidentally touched him and he's had to wipe up with a wet paper towel for a long time afterwards.

She also knew in her heart that he made an exception for her. Or maybe it had something to do with her that he had developed such a serious cleanliness problem.

So, he usually carried it with him.

Sure enough, Luther took the wet wipes he carried from inside his coat pocket and handed them to Joyce.

Joyce took it and removed the wet wipes.

slowly and methodically

pistol, which was touched by Charlotte, so it was too

his hands clean again, he then discarded

continued to gurgle blood, when the pain was

last breath, her face twisted like a ghost, questioning with all her

all this time, it's been you who's been lying. Why can't we lie to you? What? How does

by Charlotte, and he dreamed of

to leave the

after entering the rotten building, he never

her mouth and looked at Luther as if she saw

to this day,

How was that possible?

he

standing in front of her? She was scared! How could she not be afraid of a ghost knocking on her door after all the bad things she had done? She showed a frightened and horrified expression, unable

Luther laughed softly.

her, he opened the buttons of his coat

the breast pocket of the suit, a special pin was