Angels And Devils

All of this wouldn't have happened if that accident hadn’t taken place… if that phone call had been left unanswered.

But it did happen.

And it changed my entire life.

I lost everything.

I lost my family.

I was so young then—just a child. But as the saying goes:

“When you lose something, you gain something in return.”

That’s what happened to me. I lost my family… but I gained a power.

A strange, haunting power—

I could see the dead.

Do you believe in angels and devils?

I didn’t. Not until I met him.

Yes—him.

He was an angel to me. His name was Sora, and he taught me how to live again.

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Everything started a long time ago, when I was sixteen.

I came from a wealthy family in London. Our house was no less than a palace. My parents were like royalty, and I was their little princess—spoiled, loved, and protected. No one ever dared to go against my wishes.

People often say the rich are arrogant, but my family was different. We were warm-hearted, generous, and kind to everyone. We believed in helping, not hurting. But who would have imagined that such a beautiful, fairytale-like family was cursed to be destroyed?

It was the summer holidays. My family and I planned a trip to our vacation villa—an estate nestled in the countryside, with a stunning garden, birds singing, cool breezes, and delicious food. It was the perfect escape.

We packed our bags the day before, and the next morning, we loaded the cars and left our palace. The journey started with laughter—singing, games, and joy. My mom, dad, our loyal servants—we were all together, wrapped in happiness.

Midway through, we stopped at a roadside restaurant for lunch. Our villa was eight hours east of our home. After eating, we continued the trip. Eventually, everyone dozed off in the car—except me. When we arrived at the villa, we were greeted warmly by the housekeeper and staff. Everything was perfect.

But only for a while.

A few days later, my father received a phone call from his best friend. He stepped into his room to take it—it was a long conversation. When he emerged, he looked troubled. He said we had to return immediately. There was an emergency at the company.

Even though we were reluctant, Mom and I agreed. My father never liked leaving us behind, especially in times of crisis. So we packed again and prepared to head back.

None of us knew that there was no crisis at all.

That call… was the beginning of a carefully planned evil scheme.

It was a trap.

A plan to kill us all.

Four hours into our return journey, a massive truck rammed into our car.

Everything went blank.

I couldn’t process what was happening. My mother screamed and shoved me out of the vehicle—

Then... BOOM.

An explosion.

The sound brought me back to my senses—

Only to realize the horrific truth:

My parents were still in the car.

I had been saved…

But they were gone.

Gone forever.

Blood dripped from my head—I had hit a rock when I fell. I didn’t even notice until I collapsed from the blood loss. Everything faded to black.

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I don’t know how long I was unconscious, but the next time I opened my eyes, I was in a hospital.

My uncle and aunt were beside me.

They looked so relieved to see me awake. They called for the doctor immediately.

But as soon as I remembered what had happened…

The tears came.

The accident.

The fire.

My mother’s scream.

My father’s voice.

Their faces…

Gone.

I cried uncontrollably. My aunt tried to comfort me with warm porridge, but I had no appetite. Still, I forced myself to eat—because I didn’t want to trouble them. They had always treated me like their own, even before the tragedy. They were kind, childless, and loved me as if I were their daughter.

Eventually, I fell asleep—partly from exhaustion, partly from the painkillers.

After a few days, I was discharged. I moved into their home, which was now mine too.

That night, while walking past their room, I overheard them talking about adopting me.

My aunt whispered, “We should make her officially ours.”

My uncle replied softly, “Yes, I agree.”

I didn’t know how to feel.

I had just lost my parents.

Was I supposed to just… accept new ones?

It’s not that I didn’t love them—but everything had happened so fast.

I quietly returned to my room.

I wasn’t sad because they wanted to adopt me.

I was sad because they didn’t deserve this burden.

And I just wanted my old life back.

I wanted my parents.

I wanted to stop the accident, to go back in time, to do anything—anything—to change the past.

But I couldn’t.

Darkness was swallowing my world, and happiness seemed too far out of reach.

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The next day, we went to complete the adoption paperwork. They tried to cheer me up during dinner, and I smiled—falsely, but enough to ease their worries. That night, I buried my face in a cushion and cried myself to sleep.

Days turned into weeks. Weeks into months.

Soon, a year had passed.

I had grown used to my new life—my new parents.

But inside… the emptiness remained.

My birthday was approaching. I should’ve been excited, but all I felt was grief.

College felt meaningless. I couldn’t concentrate.

I was just… existing.

And then, just like that, it was my birthday.

The day everything was supposed to be special.

But something was coming.

Something that would turn my life upside down… again.

Next chapter:

The Truth Of The Accident

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