Author's Note: So many sad things for Kaoru and Hikaru... so I decided to use this one. I just made it up off the top of my head, and it's a dedication to Kaoru Hitachiin, the little twin we all know and love. Sorry for OOCness.

It used to make me cry all the time.

I cried at his wedding like it was his funeral. When I first saw his children, I wept tears and tears, and let him think they were tears of joy. They weren't.

Sure, he never did end up with Haruhi, the girl of his dreams. In fact, I don't even know who he ended up with again. I don't know who Haruhi even ended up with, I used to pray she'd end up with me since Hikaru didn't want her anymore.

When I was younger, I had a dream. It was a big dream. I dreamt that one day, Hikaru and I would break out of our world, and that he'd get married and so would I. No longer dependent on eachother, and he'd end up with Haruhi, for he truly deserved her. I dreamt of them having beautiful children, and them loving me, as their uncle. As their father maybe even. Also, I dreamt of having my own kids, loving and raising them in triumph. The most wonderful life I could ever imagine.

It started out that way. We broke out. Hikaru started going all over Haruhi, and he started pursuing her. Something happened though, I can't really remember what. I think I got burned. We were in the Host Club, doing our normal act, and I was enjoying how close we were when one of the girls hadn't noticed until after she drank that sip of tea. The cup fell, and the tea splashed onto my hand. It was new brewed tea, so it burned pretty bad. I didn't really focus on the pain, but much more on how Hikaru took care of me, like I was a baby, a child. He never left my side.

I wish it was still like that.

Does he even know my name anymore?

After Hikaru's wife died two years ago, all he focuses on is his kids. They're still young and he's still young, so it must be a rough impact. He loved her like she was him. He loved her like she was a doll, a vase, the most delicate thing in the universe.

He loved her...

...Like he used to love me.

I can't even stand seeing him, and he never calls anymore. He promised this would never happen.

Things are better now though. I don't cry anymore.

Mom and dad still worry about me all the time. They say I work too much, that I need to find a wife. I don't want to find a wife, I don't want to end up like Hikaru. I don't want to forget him, and I don't want to live in a sea of sorrow. I'm doing just fine for myself. I'm rich, I have work buddies, and I'm healthy and alive. I haven't gone to the doctor in weeks, in months, maybe even years. Still, people recommend therapy for me, they say that I'm too withdrawn, and too self centered.

Things are better that way. I don't want to close to anyone.

However, I am crying over him tonight.

Mom says he's not good, that he goes to therapy every Wednsday now. He also calls her all the time to learn what she would do, how she would handle things if it turned out this way. How mom would handle raising two girls and a boy without a spouse to help support her. There's only one problem in his whole thing though, he doesn't remember me. Hikaru never mentions me.

So tonight, I'll cry over him. Tonight, I'll remember what we used to be.

Tomorrow, I'm going over to his house. Tomorrow I'm going to hug him, and help him get through it all.

Next week, I'm finding a girlfriend.