His hand trembled as he stared at the twins' handwriting, 'How far do your fantasies go?'
Tamaki was no fool, but his did not go all that far.
He stared at the words that became blurry all of a sudden; was he even really attracted to her?
He hated these questions that swirled through his head; he had never had those kinds of fantasies about anyone, male or female.
Had any of his crushes been false attraction?
Was he incapable of falling in love?
He'd never thought of himself as weird until he was a first year at Ouran.
He'd heard many stories and rumors of two people doing things that Tamaki had no desire for.
He knew that his father probably thought that he would grow into it.
His fingers let that annoying piece of paper fall.
Tamaki bit his lip to contain his sob; he'd only been thankful that he'd found this note after he'd gotten home.
His blue eyes continued to well up with tears as he stared down at the petty paper.
He was always so confident seeming and so romantic, but he still was closer to being innocent minded.
His heart stung; he'd tried!
He had tried construing fantasy after fantasy though they never felt real, and never did he grow interested.
Tamaki stared down at the slip and picked the paper up only to throw it away.
He sighed as he thought back to the twins' banter as he threw it away.
Tamaki stared at his hands; could he like someone so much and not want to take that innocence away?
He was broken, used; he had to be.
His hands clawed at his hair as he tried to conjure up the images of Haruhi that the twins saw; nothing came to mind.
He sighed.