Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket.
Yuki's POV
It seemed only yesterday when the accident happened. The car had swerved on an icy road on the way back to our house. She didn't survive. The car had hit on coming truck and it rammed into her side. We brought her to the hospital at once. We only had minor bruises and scratches but her head had deep gashes and her breathing was unstable.
I stayed by her side the entire night, only to wake up to an empty hospital bed. I remember racing down the corridors and reaching the front desk only to be told that she had passed away while I was asleep.
The rest of my family came to get me and saw me weeping and screaming that I wasn't going to leave until they brought her back. I was lashing out my arms and kicking for my family to let go of me as they dragged me to the car.
When we returned home, I locked myself in my room without food or sleep and I cried. I was a grown man of 16 at the least and I was crying. For three days I stayed in my room. I missed her so much. I still do. My heart aches to see her again. I couldn't stand the fact that she was gone.
So, I stand here at her grave, staring at it as if to see her face once more. I don't and I have to fight back more tears. Like I said, it seemed only yesterday that she left us, but it's been 2 months. Every Saturday we would visit her grave but now only I do. They said it was too painful. I try to smile knowing that she is happy knowing that I visit her.
I kiss the rose that I bought, like I do every Saturday, and place it on her grave. I read the tombstone and walk away, repeating it in my head: Tohru Honda. Year of the Cat.