I wake up from the dream sweating like a pig. No one is in the room to comfort me as I mentally drain it's sanity into a sink.
He's everywhere; in my dreams, my thoughts, my life. There's no reason for him to affect me so much, but it really is.
Even though I just woke up from a literal 'coma', my body still feels like it weighs a million pounds. My eyes are already beginning to fall back down and I try my best to keep them alive.
"I don't want to... dream about him... again..."
I'm afraid of seeing what these dreams really mean. However, it's too difficult for someone who's still intoxicated by sleeping drugs. I fall back asleep within a minute of battling with my eyes.
I see him again.
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The Impecunious Maid (KaiStal f.f)
RomanceI've always been raised in a rich family; my father a politician and my mother a cardiologist. However, after my father commits suicide due to his boss pressuring him [into something] and locals harassing him, my mom gets meddled in a maze where sh...
