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⠀ ོ ┌ ꒰⍉꒱─ ➤ yua's pov ༘｀⍜'ˎ-
                          
authors note: hey guys! so this chapter is gonna be on yua's past life in China and her first few days in Japan! this chapter is going to be longer than usual since i wanna keep it in one chapter, since it is a 100 reads thank you 💕🥺 I really appreciate you guys reading this. thank you 💕
                          
2 years ago...
                          
Tears fell from my eyes as the doctor told me my diagnosis. 'I- I can't play tennis anymore...?' I felt like my heart had shattered into a million little pieces. The doctor left the room, leaving me there with mom and dad. They both didn't know how to comfort me. 
                          
Mom cut through the silence. "Well you can do physical therapy and play once you get better."
                          
I clenched my fists. "That's- that's not good enough. I have one year of high school left. One. With this injury I can't get any sports scholarships. I can't continue my tennis career. It's over. All those years."
                          
Dad whispered, "I'm sorry honey..."
                          
After the doctor recommended us some physical therapy places we left the hospital with my wrist in a cast. I went straight to my room so I wouldn't break down in front of my parents again. As I closed the door, I felt like the floor beneath my feet was pulled away. All those hard years of work, tears, and sweat, gone. Just like that. I leaned against the door as I quietly sobbed and slowly slid down my door. I held my knees to my chest and sobbed as quietly as I could. It felt like my life was over. All of a sudden my phone rang. I looked at the contact,  it was my tennis teammate for mixed duos and best friend. James Cho. I answered. 
                          
"Hey! Yua what'd the doctor say?"
                          
I took a shaky breath. "T-they said I can't play tennis for a while. Not until I go to physical therapy for a few months."
                          
He stayed quiet. I quietly sobbed. "I'm sorry. It's all my fault..."
                          
"No, no Yua please don't think like that. You still can play in college."
                          
"James... next year is my last year of high school. I have no chances for sports scholarships anymore. I-I'm sorry... I have to go."
                          
"Yua wa-"
                          
I hung up on him. He called me back but I ignored my phone as I broke down, nonstop sobbing running it through my head how I could never play tennis again. The next day mom told me if I wanted, I could move to Japan. A fresh start, new school, a new me. I agreed. I couldn't bear to face James after I failed him by gaining this injury. I disappointed my whole team. All I could do was disappear and get a new life. 'A new life... huh? That sounds nice... a place where no one knows me, and I don't know them.' 
                          
Later that week I packed my things as mom and dad made the final preparations for my living situation in Japan. As I stood in the airport, the flight attendant announced my flight. I hugged mom and dad, mom said, 
                          
"Be careful honey and make sure to check in as often as you can."
                          
Dad said, "I love you hun, make sure to stay safe."
                          
I nodded and said, "I love you. I'll call you guys when I land."
                          
They both nodded. I waved to them as I boarded the plane. The flight was fairly empty so I had a whole row to myself. I sat in the window seat, leaning my head against the window. I felt myself drift into sleep. I heard James voice as I slept.