Come here child

“Where the hell have you been?!!!!” she screamed, throwing a vase at her young lover. “I’ve been waiting and waiting! Jesus Christ! How the hell do you expect me to write without you here?!” Her brown curls looked a fine frenzy around her full cheeks. He calmly looked up at his darling lover,
“I’ve always been here.” She stared at the door. No one was there. This must’ve been one of the practical jokes the neighborhood kids were playing on her.
“W-w-ho’s there?” she asked, grabbing her .45 from the desk.
“You and I both know that’s not real, Charlotte.” Poor Charlotte looked about the room, searching for the voice’s body. Charles looked at his love, then it hit him, she couldn’t see him. Charlotte grabbed a bottle of ink and threw it in his direction. It flew through his body and hit the door behind him. He was dead.