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?

sure, she carefully searched her memory of Cecelia, and she

it is still the same as she remembered her. So, is she still dreaming? Just from one dream, to the middle of another dream? Clearly Cecelia is in a coma, clearly Cecelia is still trapped in the

is it possible, at this moment, to appear in front of

for the disease, overly repressed because she wanted so much to

her

too many ups

high and powerful. Even

the Heath family is drifting in the

not want to, before she had time to get with

at Cecelia's face, and a hot bead of tear, slipped from the corner

her mouth, her voice was already hoarse, "Don't talk. I want to see more of you, I know it's a dream. I just want to see more of you in my dreams. Don't

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gently brushed Cecelia's cheek with a