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Yuki sat in her coach class seat in flight 254 from London, UK to Tokyo,
Japan, crying. 'Why this happening to me… everything is was so good…'
More tears escaped her soft brown eyes. Her father's eyes. No one around there noticed, no one cared. A stewardess placed a hand on her shoulder. "Are you alright Miss?"
She gave a little nod.
"Don't worry, everything will be fine."
'No, it won't. Mom and dad are GONE.' Her weeping became worse.
She pulled a piece of news paper out of her pocket and read it for the 23rd time.
"This Sunday another tragic car accident kills a family.
The three deceased Richard (39) Emiko (35) and young Will (9)
Only went out for a Sunday lunch when they were hit by a truck.
The only family member left is the elder daughter, Yuki who was at a friend's house at the time of the accident. Further investigations led the police to the fact that the truck driver was under the influence of alcohol…"
'Damn son of a bitch ruined my life…' she folded the news paper and put it back in her pocket. Maybe, if she read it enough times it will be real to her. 'Maybe this is all a bad dream…" she read the report again.
At 23:30 she arrived at Tokyo.
"OMG! YUKI! You poor thing, come here." She was greeted by her cousin, Kagome, with a hug.
"Mom is here too and so are Souta and jii-san."
"I haven't seen then all in ages…"
"I wish it would be under better circumstances though."
"Yeah, huh…"
"Yuki chan… "Her aunt Mizumi greeted adding a hug.
Her cousin Souta and jii-san also did.
When they finally got to the house, Yuki locked herself up in the bathroom.
"Yuki! Please come out!" said Kagome.
"Don't do anything foolish dear, please let us in…"
her aunt pleaded
"Leave me alone!"
"Fine as long as you promise no to hurt yourself."
"Whatever…"
Yuki looked at her image in the mirror. Her short black hair and rose red lips reminded her of her mother. 'She was so gorgeous…'
'Why are they dead and I'm still here? Why wasn't I with them? If I was there we would have gone for pizza and been on a completely different road, it's my entire fault!'
For the next two hours she sat on the floor, crying.