Zero and Yuuki

She wakes up because of a little kid shouting behind her. She must have been sleeping in approximately two hours. Talk about tired. Her stomach streched itself and she felt ill at ease. Eventhough she did something she has always wanted to do for so long-flee Japan and live in USA- she still can't stop avoid herself to keep her tears inboard. While desprately chasing her handkerchief in her mfuko wa fedha, mfuko she catches a glimpse of a long female blond-haired flight personnel, walking with slowely steps and says some short words to the passengers now and then. The passenger's reactions turns out to point...

That night. That night she saw in her dream. She recognised it. The place. The situation. The background. It was very similat to the night when she was left in her room. In the darkness. All alone, nobody to hold in because of the fear. Eccept, of course, cinderella in the white dress. The white dress that her kind mother once sewed for her. It was so pretty, and it made cinderella feel comfortable. She can still imagine it.

But one thing that she cannot imagine, only remember, is her fear that night. It was huge, and it was burning inside of her so she could feel the weak stings. Weak but...