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.

Charlotte, she slowly and methodically wiped

so it was too dirty. After wiping it clean, she pinned the

again, he then discarded

was so extreme that she could no longer

her face twisted like a ghost, questioning

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

was deceived by Charlotte, and he dreamed of killing Charlotte himself to vent

leave the opportunity

he never made a move,

gushed a large amount of blood from her mouth and

hit his heart, and to this day, his

How was that possible?

he

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?

Luther laughed softly.

her, he opened the buttons

the breast pocket of the