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.

and methodically wiped her beloved pistol, carefully, inside and

Charlotte, so it was too dirty. After

his hands clean again, he then discarded the wet

when the pain was so extreme that she could no longer feel the

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

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

by Charlotte, and he dreamed of killing Charlotte himself to vent his

he wanted to leave the

building, he never made a

Charlotte gushed a large amount of blood from her mouth and

with her own eyes that the bullet hit his heart, and to this day, his coat still had the scorched marks of the

How was that possible?

could he

it a ghost standing in front of her? She was scared! How could she not be afraid of a ghost knocking on her

Luther laughed softly.

he opened the buttons of

pocket of the suit, a special