Disclamer: I don't own ouran high school host club so don't sue me… please…
She stands, her back against the closed door.
Listening to the pages flip behind it.
What had it been? Two months? Three?
Had he ever really loved her?
So many questions need to be answered.
Flashback
"haaaaaaru-chaaaan!!!!!"
the young cross dresser turned around, "hikaru, I thought I told you not to call me that!"
"but why, haaru-chaan?"
"because its annoying."
"why do you think I do it haaru-chaan?
Haruhi mumbled something that sounded kind of like 'rich bastards'
"anyway…" she said, "where's kaoru?"
"already in the limo."
"I hardly ever see you alone."
"I know but," he said, moving closer, "I wanted to ask you something."
End flashback
that was the day when he had asked her out.
She musters up her courage and opens the door.
"oh, haruhi?" he asks, "I thought you left already."
She keeps walking, saying nothing, her eyes never leaving his.
"haruhi! what-" his words are muffled by her lips crashing into his.
She kisses him deeply, her tongue running over his lips, tasting him.
She pulls away then looks into his eyes searching for emotion.
Just a glance was enough. She has her answer.
Smiling sadly she asks, "You don't love me do you?"
He looks away, "I'm sorry…"
She nods, "I understand."
Turning away, She adds "good bye hikaru hitachiin."
"Good bye haruhi fujioka." He answers.
As she walks out the door, a single tear rolls down her cheek and drops to the floor.
end
Do you like????? Is it sad? Sorry about the shortness… What do you think about a sequel? R&R!!!!!!