[A/N: so how's the story so far guys?? okay? :) im gonna be on a 18 hour flight so imma update lots for you guys now! ^^]

>Airie's POV<

I woke up the next morning and washed up.

I go dressed it everything black:

[A/N: the pants one not the skirt!! XD]

I breathed in the cold air and sighed.

I walked out of the hotel with my heels clacking on the ground.

I walk to the cemetry. I have to tranport in Busan.

Since i don't have relatives either.

I looked around Busan.

Nothing really that much has changed and it looks still the same.

The same old place.

I remember everything so clearly as if it was yesterday...

>Flashback<

"Umma! Appa!" I shouted and I ran to them.

Umma laughed and hugged me tight.

"Ttal-ah, want to go somewhere and eat?" Umma asked.

I nodded and grineed widely while appa chuckled.

I ran in the back seat of the car and sat there while umma and appa buckled their seatbelts.

We were driving all so smoothly when a car suddenly came out of no where.

Appa didn't have time to stop and we crashed into the car.

I was fine... But umma and appa wasn;t.

I dialled the ambulance straight away.

I couldn't bare to see their bloody faces and body...

I started crying...

The ambulance was here and they took us to the hospital.

Long hours has passed when they were in the operating room. 

When the operation sign was switched off i ran to the doctor and asked them how was it.

The doctor shook his head slowly and said, "I'm sorry young lady but your umma and appa has passed away."

I collasped to the ground and cried and cried.

I couldn't even think that my parents where just with me a while ago and now... They are gone.... 

>End Of Flashback<

Thats how umma and appa passed away.

And imo... Thats another story...

It was already tragic that my parents passed away but then again, it added more tragic because my only relative left was imo.

>Flashback<

I was moving to Seoul with imo and she smiled warmly at me.

I weakly smiled back.

It was just a wekk after my parents passed away.

I lived in Seoul for quite a few good months until...

"Imo! Imo!" I shouted.

Imo was laying on the ground. 

Her eyes open.

Staying still as ever.

She has just gotten a heart attack.

I was just 17 that year and I was becoming 18.

I shook her weakly and started to call the ambulance.

Same thing happened.

I couldn't bare with it.

I was an orphan.

But i didn't go to the orphantage.

I survived by my self and my birthday passed with no celebration.

Me... Alone celebrating it.

>End Of Flashback<

I reached the grave of my umma and appa and bowed to them.

I put the bouquet of flower I bought a while a go and bowed again.

'Umma, appa, how are you? I miss you a lot. I hope your happy up there." I said softly as tears trickled down my cheeks.

I cried more after that.

I broke down... I couldn't bare with it no longer.

But that helped a bit.

It felt as it a heavy weight has been lifted from me.

Umma, appa, I hope your good up there. Saranghae...