A funeral was taking place, and in the coffin lay a beautiful young girl. The atmosphere was silent and somber. As her body was lowered into the ground, one by one, everyone left the graveyard, except for a man who approached the grave. His face was expressionless, and his eyes showed no emotion. He placed a flower on the grave and stood there, unmoving.
Suddenly, a middle-aged man appeared, his face twisted in grief and anger. "You're the reason my daughter is dead!" he shouted, throwing the flower at the expressionless man. "Get out! Don't show any sympathy now!"
The old man tried to approach the expressionless man, but was held back by another man. The young man's face remained blank, his eyes empty. "I'm sorry, Mr. Nakahara," he said, his voice barely audible. "I won't bother you anymore."
With that, he turned and walked away from the grave, leaving the grieving father and the other man behind.
He was about to enter the car when a gentle voice stopped him. "Ryu, stop." He turned back to see a middle-aged lady holding a box and walking towards him. "I won't bother you again, Mrs. Nakahara," Ryu said, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Ryu, please don't blame yourself," she said, her face clouding with sadness. "Yui cannot rest in peace if you continue like this."
Ryu stared at her for a few seconds before getting into his car. "Ryu, actually, I want to give you this," she said, holding out the box. "These are Yui's things, including your gifts and letters, and a few of her belongings."
Ryu hesitated for a moment before taking the box. "Mr. Nakahara, I-"
"Don't say no, please take it for Yui's sake," she interrupted.
Hearing Yui's name, Ryu took the box and placed it in the car. "Thank you, Mrs. Nakahara. I will keep it with me," he said without expression and got into the car.
"Ryu," she called out as he was about to close the door. "Please take care of yourself." He nodded and closed the door, then drove away.
Ryu drove the car to a grand mansion, the vehicle disappearing into the underground parking lot. He stepped out of the car and into the elevator, the box clutched tightly in his hand. The elevator doors slid open, revealing a grand, furnished living room.
A middle-aged man sat on the couch, his eyes fixed on Ryu with a mixture of anger and disdain. A man in his 30s stood nearby, holding a tablet and watching Ryu with a curious expression.
"So, even after I told you a thousand times not to attend her funeral, you still didn't listen," the old man spat, his voice icy.
"You've done enough damage already.Now please let, leave me alone"
Ryu's eyes flashed with anger, but he didn't respond. Instead, he turned and walked away, heading for the stairs. "Ryu, remember, love is a luxury we can't afford," the old man called after him.
Ryu ignored him and continued up the stairs. He walked down a long hallway, passing by several doors before stopping in front of one that was slightly ajar. He pushed the door open and stepped inside.
A maid was sitting in a chair beside a bed, where a 10-year-old girl lay with a cloth covering her forehead. The maid stood up as Ryu entered, a look of concern on her face.
"How is she?" Ryu asked, his voice low.
"Miss Akira is fine now," the maid replied, her eyes darting to Ryu's face before quickly looking away.
Ryu nodded and turned to leave. "Hmm," he muttered to himself as he walked away.
He entered a nearby room, placing the box on a table near the couch. Then, he walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. As the water began to fall, Ryu's tears finally began to flow, streaming down his face as he mourned the loss of Yui.
After 30 minutes, he came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. He went to the closet, took out a pair of t-shirts and lowers. After getting dressed, he lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
After some time, his eyes wandered to the gun on the nightstand. He took it and raised his hand, placing the gun to his forehead. "Yui," he whispered. He played the gun on his forehead and closed his eyes, his finger hovering over the trigger.
He was about to press the trigger when "Oni-chan" echoed in his mind, and the same girl's face came into his thoughts. His eyes snapped open. "What was I doing? Akira needs me. I can't leave her."
He closed his eyes again, and after some time, he opened them. He turned to the table where the box was sitting and stared at it for a while. Then, he got up from the bed and went to it.
He looked at the box, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yui." He sat down on the couch, opened the box, and found it full of items like books, a necklace, jewelry, chocolate wrappers, airport watches, hair accessories, and a mini purse.
He took out one item at a time, his eyes scanning each object. Suddenly, his gaze landed on a diary. He put everything else back in the box, leaving only the diary.

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