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?

of Cecelia, and she tried hard to think about every details of

So, is she still dreaming? Just

possible, at this moment, to appear in front of

must be her, anxious inside, pining for the disease, overly repressed because she

child, she lost her parents

been through too many ups and

her parents are high and

family is drifting

before she had time to get with them,

a hot bead of tear, slipped

I know

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