"Huh? What happened?"
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Charlotte then finally woked up after that 6 years of coma. . .
Charlotte showed no expression as she faced her family members. She eyed them from head to toe, confused about who they were.
Having just emerged from a coma, she couldn't communicate yet.
She had dreamed about her best friends, but now she realized they weren't real. She tried hard to recall what they looked like, but her thoughts were interrupted by her family members shouting with joy.
"Hey Charlotte, you're awake!" Her aunt exclaimed happily.
But Charlotte knew these people didn't resemble her own family at all.
Fear gripped her, and she quickly covered her eyes and ears, screaming in distress at the overwhelming noise.
'Where are they?'
'Why aren't they here?'
'Where's my Vivian?'
So does that mean Vivian was the only real one, and those other three were not?
Charlotte's mind was swirling with questions, struggling to remember everything clearly. Overwhelmed, she decided to go back to sleep, hoping for clarity when she woke up again.
"Hey, you okay right there?"
"I will throw a rock at your window again! HAHAHAHA!"
"I'm the one who stole the snacks, not her."
"Your breakfast is ready! A special ramen just for you."
"Wakey wakey! I'm here. It's Vivian, do you remember me?" Vivian tried to adjust, hoping Charlotte would recall her.
"Who are you?" Charlotte responded, startled. Despite her confusion, her intelligence remained intact.
"Never mind. Maybe in the coming days, you'll remember me!" Vivian replied optimistically, already planning activities to help Charlotte regain her memory.
Could Vivian really understand what Charlotte was thinking in this moment?
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This Can't Be The End of Me
Teen FictionWhere Vivian is the person everyone who could wish to live like and to be like. Assuming that her life would be so perfect not until love and work got into testings and trials. Vivian Cartier, an attorney and a detective. She graduated just at the a...
