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

The next morning was my birthday.

My first birthday with my uncle and aunt as my parents.

But even that couldn’t lift my spirits.

The memories of past birthdays came rushing back—my real parents’ smiles, their hugs, the way they made everything feel magical.

Now, all of that was gone.

Every passing day felt like walking through fog. I tried to stay strong—because I knew that's what my parents would’ve wanted after saving me. But living happily… required a reason.

And I hadn’t found mine yet.

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I got ready and went downstairs for breakfast.

“Happy birthday, Samira!” they said in unison.

I smiled as warmly as I could, forcing joy into my eyes, and hugged them both. We sat down to eat. Mom had made sandwiches—my favorite.

While we were eating, Dad suddenly said,

“Samira, I was thinking we should throw a party tonight. You can invite your friends and celebrate!”

Mom nodded excitedly.

I could see they were trying their best. It was, after all, my first birthday with them.

So I agreed, not wanting to disappoint them.

The party was set for 7:00 PM.

After breakfast, I helped Mom with the dishes. She looked at me, smiling, and said,

“My dear Samira, I hope you can always smile like this and be happy.”

Her words warmed me, but also hurt. I wasn’t truly happy—and I wished I could tell her—but I didn’t want to burden her with my pain.

Just then, Dad walked in with our family lawyer.

“Samira,” he said, “this is Uncle Shido. He’s here to meet you.”

Uncle Shido—our family lawyer—had worked with my real father for years. Loyal, trustworthy, and sharp. I remembered him from my childhood.

Today, he was here to read me my father’s will.

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The will began:

> “Dear Samira,

If you are hearing this, it means I am no longer by your side. But don’t be sad, my little girl. I love you so very much.

Everything I’ve built, everything I’ve achieved in my life—was for you. And now, it all belongs to you.

On your 18th birthday, all of my assets—properties, shares, investments—will be transferred to your name.

I know you’re capable. I’ve seen your strength, your heart, and your intelligence. I believe you will make good decisions.

Always remember, we are never truly gone. Your mother and I live in your memories, in your heart, and in the values we taught you.

And, my love—never blame yourself. You were meant to live. That’s why we saved you.

One last thing, Samira:

No matter what happens, never let hatred enter your heart. And never, ever seek revenge.

Lots of love,

Your Dad.”

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I didn’t even realize the tears had begun until the paper blurred before my eyes.

He wrote this knowing… something.

Did he sense danger?

His last words echoed in my mind like thunder:

“Never seek revenge.”

“Never let hatred into your heart.”

But why? Why say that unless he knew something terrible might happen?

My thoughts spiraled. Questions pounded in my head. My chest ached with confusion and pain. Mom hugged me tightly, comforting me as I cried. Dad gently asked Uncle Shido to return tomorrow, giving me time to process.

After he left, Mom took me to my room and urged me to rest. I closed my eyes, and before I knew it, I was asleep.

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By 5 PM, Mom woke me with a gentle voice.

“Samira, darling, time to get ready. The guests will be arriving soon. Let’s make you look like the star of the night.”

I smiled weakly—she was trying so hard to make me happy.

Together, we got ready. The living room was beautifully decorated. Mom had made all my favorite dishes. A huge cake stood in the center, with “Happy Birthday Samira” written in icing and candles shaped like the number 18.

Guests arrived, music played, and friends pulled me onto the dance floor. I danced for a while, laughed even—but it all felt distant. Eventually, I slipped outside to the garden to breathe.

That’s when I saw him.

Uncle James—my father’s close friend—talking to Dad at the entrance. A few moments later, Mom called me inside to greet him.

Uncle James handed me a gift.

“So sorry about Krish and Julia,” he said, “but I’m glad you’re safe.”

I stayed silent. I didn’t know what to say.

Just then, his secretary Tom rushed in and whispered something urgently in his ear. Uncle James’s face changed—his expression tense and frustrated. He stepped outside to talk.

He’d left his phone behind. Mom asked me to take it to him.

As I stepped outside, I heard him… and froze.

He was scolding Tom.

> “How could you mess up so badly? Samira is alive!

Do you realize how much effort went into planning that accident? And now everything’s ruined!

She’s the heir now—Krish must’ve left everything to her!

Your one mistake ruined everything. I’ll have to come up with a new plan.

Don’t do anything on your own again. Wait for my orders!”

My heart stopped.

It wasn’t an accident.

It was planned.

He planned to kill my entire family.

And he nearly succeeded.

A man my father trusted—betrayed him for power and greed.

I backed away silently, returned inside without a word, and set the phone down. A few minutes later, James returned. “Urgent work,” he said, and left.

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After the party, I went to my room, took a shower, and collapsed onto my bed—haunted by everything I’d just learned.

I wished I had recorded that conversation. But it was too late.

I had no evidence—just the truth burning inside me.

And no power to bring justice.

But maybe... there was a way.

I remembered something.

Dad’s diary.

He used to write in it every night. If it still existed, maybe it held clues.

Without a second thought, I grabbed my car keys. As I was leaving, Mom and Dad stopped me.

“Where are you going so late, Samira?”

“I just need some fresh air. A short drive,” I lied.

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I reached our old mansion. Seth, our loyal housekeeper, opened the gate.

“Princess!” he said with joy, “It’s so good to see you!”

I asked if anything in the house had been moved.

“No, nothing has been touched,” he assured me.

“I’ll only be here for a little while,” I said. “And please… don’t tell anyone I was here.”

“You have my word,” he said, bowing slightly.

Inside, memories flooded me.

I went straight to Dad’s room and searched everywhere.

No diary.

Only the wardrobe was left. I opened it—and found a locked compartment.

There was a password.

I tried his birthday.

Nothing.

Mom’s?

Still no.

Then I remembered his words:

“I love you, my child.”

I typed in my birthday.

Click.

It opened.

There it was—his diary.

Tears welled up again. He loved me so much, even his password was a reminder of that.

I changed the password—just in case—to the date of the accident. No one would ever guess that.

I took the diary and placed it in my bag, along with a few other personal items to avoid suspicion.

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Back at home, I had just opened the diary when—

Knock knock.

I quickly hid it.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me, dear,” Mom said softly.

I opened the door. She sat beside me on the bed.

“Samira, don’t hide from me. I may not have given birth to you, but I’ve raised you for a year now. I can tell when something’s wrong.

You went to the old mansion, didn’t you? You still miss them.”

I nodded slowly.

“I just went to get a few things… some memories,” I said, choosing my words carefully.

She hugged me tightly.

“You can always rely on me,” she whispered.

I hugged her back.

She smiled and said,

“Tomorrow, college starts again. You’ll be going back to the dorm. I’ll miss you so much. Do you need help packing?”

“I’ve finished already,” I said, forcing a reassuring smile.

She kissed my forehead, tucked me in, and left the room.

Soon, I was asleep.

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The next day marked the end of vacation.

College was about to begin again.

But this time…

I wasn’t returning as the same Samira.

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To be continued…

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Next Chapter

"The First Meeting"

The next morning, I got ready early and headed downstairs for breakfast.

Mom looked at me with a soft smile and said,

“Samira, college is so close. Do you really have to move into the dorms? Can’t you just stay here, honey?”

I smiled back, trying to reassure her.

“Mom, I’m not a kid anymore. I can take care of myself. Don’t worry—I’ll visit you on weekends, okay?”

In my defense, Dad added,

“Let her go if she wants, dear. It might help her feel better if she lives with her friends.”

“Thanks, Dad,” I said gratefully.

“Alright then,” Dad continued with a grin, “but I’m dropping you off, and that’s non-negotiable.”

“Yes, Dad,” I replied, laughing softly.

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They already knew I hadn’t moved on from the accident.

It’s strange. A phone with a virus can be restarted, reset.

But life doesn’t come with a restart button.

Before I realized it, we had arrived at my dorm.

“There you go, ma’am. We’ve reached your destination. How was the ride? Don’t forget to give me a five-star rating,” Dad joked.

“Dad!” I laughed, “Why are you acting like a cab driver? Fine, you get five stars.”

He smiled warmly.

“Well, the reason for that was simple. I just wanted to see you smile—and guess what? I succeeded.

But now that you’re staying here, please take care of yourself. Eat your meals on time, avoid going out late, sleep properly, and don’t eat junk food every day. Come home whenever you want. Got that?”

“Yes, sir,” I said playfully. “But everything you just said applies to you and Mom too. So while I’m not around, you both have to take care of yourselves.”

We hugged tightly. He helped me unload my luggage, waved goodbye, and drove off.

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I stood in front of the dorm building—the place where the next chapter of my life would begin.

Inside, I found my allotted room. It was empty for now—my roommate hadn’t arrived yet.

I knew who it would be—Rima, my childhood friend.

We’d known each other for years.

I unpacked, freshened up, and sat down to read a book.

A little peace before the chaos.

Just then, the door burst open.

“Samiraaa!” Rima yelled, practically throwing her arms around me.

Before I could respond, she unleashed a storm of words,

“Why didn’t you call me? Did you not miss me? How are you? I heard you had a birthday party! Why didn’t you invite me? Oh, wait, I was out of town—I’m so sorry! I brought you a gift! You’ll love it! Are you gonna open it? Samira, say something! Hello? You alive?”

When she finally stopped, I raised an eyebrow and asked,

“Anything else you’d like to add?”

She grinned.

“Nope, I’m done. You may speak now.”

I laughed.

“I missed you too. The party was a last-minute thing, and honestly… a lot happened that day. But thank you for not forgetting my present.”

She handed me the gift.

“Open it!”

Inside was a small, beautiful diary with a lock and a tiny golden key.

“This isn’t just for notes,” Rima said. “I want you to write down your thoughts, your feelings—everything you find hard to say out loud.

You always keep things bottled up. I know you too well.

So, when you feel like you can’t talk, write.

Let your heart breathe.

And don’t worry—it’s locked. Your secrets will be safe.”

I stared at her, speechless.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

I hugged her tightly.

“I’m sorry for making you worry,” I whispered. “And… thank you, for being so good to me.”

She wiped my tears gently.

“No more ‘sorry’ or ‘thank you,’ okay? I’m your best friend. Who else would care if not me? You’ve done so much for me over the years—this is nothing.”

Suddenly, she looked at the clock—and screamed.

“Oh my God! We’re late! Samira, we’ve got 15 minutes before class starts! You talk too much, and now we’re doomed!”

“I don’t think I was the one doing all the talking,” I muttered.

“What was that?” she turned to me.

“Nothing! Nothing at all!” I said, raising my hands in surrender.

“Then grab your stuff! Let’s go!”

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She dragged me down the hallway like a hurricane.

We were racing toward our class when I suddenly bumped into someone.

My books scattered everywhere.

“Samira!” Rima yelled. “Come on, we’re late! Be careful!”

“I wasn’t being careless!” I replied. “This guy bumped into me!”

“What guy?” Rima looked around, puzzled. “There’s no one here.”

“What do you mean?” I pointed. “That guy. Right there.”

He stood tall—around 6'5", I guessed.

Fair skin, striking black eyebrows, piercing blue eyes, and golden-brown hair.

He wasn’t bulky, just perfectly fit.

He looked like a character straight out of a fantasy novel—unreal and captivating.

Rima frowned.

“Samira, not now. We don’t have time for jokes. There’s no one here.”

“I’m serious,” I said. “You really can’t see him?”

“I swear, there’s no one but us.”

Just then, a group of girls walked past.

Rima stopped them.

“Hey, do you see anyone standing here? Around us?”

They looked around and shook their heads.

“Nope, just you two,” one of them said before walking off.

Rima turned to me, concerned.

“Come on. You’re tired. Don’t mess with me right now.”

Before I could protest, she dragged me to the classroom.

I looked back one last time.

He was still standing there.

And then…

he smiled at me.

A strange, knowing smile.

And walked away.

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The rest of the day passed in a blur.

I couldn’t focus.

Not in class, not during lunch, not even in the dorm afterward.

Who was he?

Why could only I see him?

Was I hallucinating?

Was something wrong with me?

Maybe it was stress. Maybe I was just imagining it.

I tried to calm myself down.

But deep down…

I knew what I saw was real.

And I had a feeling—

This wasn’t the last time I’d see him.

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To be continued...

Next Chapter: The Second Meeting

When mystery returns with answers—or deeper questions.

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