Rain falls from the gloomy sky, smoke coming from the streets. She's running, following the warmth of the flames and stench of the smoke. She comes to the scene. The burning cars, the raspy final breaths of those trapped underneath. That was what she saw, what she heard.
"Mom? Dad?..." Misaki whispers, a tear leaking out. Her tears become part of the puddles of rain beneath her feat, her world shattered. The dropping of rain felt like the dropping of her happiness. She sniffs, but not from the chill of the rain, but the chill of death's cold hand on her shoulder. Her hands quiver, as she takes small and slow steps to the cars.
"No..." she whispers. Policemen investigating the scene call her back, refusing to let her get in danger. But she didn't care. She had to see them one more time. A green haired man comes from the same direction as her, carrying an umbrella, panting from running to the scene of the crime. He witnesses the crying of his niece, the anguish of his only family left. His brother, sister-in-law, and his cheerful niece died that day, and all that was left was a girl who couldn't cope with the pain of loss.
She falls to her knees in suffering, crying in despair. Everything feels like a dream, like a nightmare. The rain runs down on her, as she shivers in fear and from the chill of the stormy night, but the fires from the cars keep her warm. Her physical body seemed fine, but her mental willpower was broken to bits. Stripped from this world were the two people she loved the most. And they left. Just like that.
Shin walks up to Misaki, and places his hand on her shoulder. Misaki lowers her hands that once covered her face with despair written all over it to look at her last remaining family. He closes his eyes, and shakes his head, a tear sneaking out. Her crystal clear tears fall to the ground, and she smashes the ground with her fists. The rain evolves into a downpour, as do her tears.
"Why... why them..." she cries. Sorrow could be felt in the air as she screamed in agony, in anger. Shin looked on, horrified. To see someone he cared about so much be reduced to screaming in agony and crying in rage, broke his heart. Nothing he could do would have fixed this.
"Misaki..." he whispers to himself quietly. He clenches his fists tightly, wondering why he couldn't have done anything about this. Why he couldn't have stopped this. The flames were eventually put out by the rain, but the burning sensation of loss raged on in his heart. He places his hand on Misaki's, heartbroken and in pain.
"Let's... let's go." He instructs her solemnly, as he brings her up by the hand. Misaki tries to resist, struggling against her uncles firm grip, trying to stay here for as long as possible. But realising they weren't coming back, she got up and walked away with him, glancing back at the car, at the accident. The last time she saw them. The last time she would ever see them.
On that day, her world was shattered. The joy she once felt in that shop, the joy she felt in her home, stripped from her. All that was left was a cold heart and agony to remember them by. They had died, and so has the cheerful Misaki. From that day forth, nothing would be the same.
She would never be the same, until the day a blue-haired boy arrived at the shop. That was when the once happy Misaki would be reborn.
But until that day, she was dead, they were dead. And that was the last time they were seen.