You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Joyce slept for a long, long time.

It felt like she had a long dream, a dream that was pure white and couldn't be seen. She felt like she was back to when she was still a child, stumbling, running all the time, running and running, and suddenly the whole world was quiet and she was the only one left.

She looked around in a panic, no one was there.

She was lost and couldn't find her mom and dad. She was so anxious that she cried, but there was nothing she could do and no one responded to her.

She could only go on alone, alone.

A sense of powerlessness, helplessness, fear and confusion caused her to break out in a cold sweat.

Her eyes snapped open, muddled, surrounded by unfamiliar surroundings, cold-toned walls, cold-toned furniture.

For a moment, she couldn't tell if it was a dream or reality. Turning her head gently, she saw a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

Was it ... Cecelia?

she carefully searched her memory of Cecelia, and she tried hard to think about every details of

still dreaming? Just from one dream, to the middle of another dream? Clearly Cecelia is in a coma, clearly Cecelia

possible, at this moment, to appear in front

anxious inside, pining for the disease, overly repressed because she wanted so much

her

through too many

doesn't care about money, nor power, nor does she care if her parents are high and powerful. Even if they are

family

before she had time to get with

Cecelia's face, and a hot bead of tear, slipped

more of you, I know it's a dream. I just want

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with a real touch that put her in