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Love? What's that?

Honestly I'm not sure.

Is love what you feel when you want someone to stay safe?

Is love what you feel when you're happy to be around someone?

That's another question.

What's happiness?

Happiness is what you feel when you're comfortable. It's driven purely by physical stimuli. So yes, I could say I feel happy when I sit under a kotasu with a hot cup of tea and the newspaper. But that isn't happiness like you find in stories.

I don't think I've ever truly felt happiness. Not even on my wedding day.

I married her because my father told me too. She married me for the exact same reason.

I might've felt happiness on the day my daughter was born, but I'm not even sure about that.

I know I was glad that she was born safely. I know that I want to make sure she stays safe, no matter what. But is that really love and happiness? Or is it just my protective instincts and my biological need to procreate?

I do know that I felt sadness when my wife died in a car crash when our daughter was only two. Kimika was too young to lose her mother and I was too untouchable to raise a child properly.

I did make a promise to myself on the day we buried Alianore – I would make sure that Kimi grew up like her mother – believing in love.

Kimi is seven now and she has no idea that I don't love her. She'll never know either, as long as I can help it.

I just wish I had someone in my life who could actually love her properly. She needs a mother. My father wants me to marry again also. He thinks that five years is more than enough time to wait. I can't just marry anyone though; it has to be someone that will love Kimi the way she deserves to be loved.

So that's my mission now – find a woman to love Kimi like her mother did. If love is truly even possible... That's why I'm sitting here at this speed-dating event.

I leave the table of yet another unacceptable woman. I can't believe the twins dragged me to this. Hikaru is probably just here to pick up girls phone numbers, he's become quite the player since his school years in Paris. Kaoru was actually looking for love. I don't know why he still believes in it. Every girl he's loved has either been unaware of it or rejected him harshly.

Haruhi had never realized he loved her until he was already moving on. Renge had laughed in his face when he asked her out. She said he was much too sweet and innocent for her taste. His latest love had been Mei. He had been just about to ask her out when she expressed interest in Hikaru. Kaoru had been too afraid of rejection again and so had looked away his feelings for her.

It was all rather depressing in my opinion. I'm barely able to suppress a yawn as I move on to another woman and another table. As I sit down I let my eyes roam around the room, wondering who the twins were sitting with.

Hikaru is charming some ditsy blonde that I sat with awhile ago and Kaoru is sitting with – oh, that has to be awkward. Mei is here and they're sitting with each other for this turn.

"Kyoya?" A soft voice says from across the table at me.

A feeling of shock washes over me as I look at the woman across the table from me. There, sitting less than a meter away from me is the only woman to challenge my beliefs on love and happiness – Haruhi Fujioka.

Author's Note: So, Facade and Continuing are all done and I find myself missing writing about KyoyaxHaruhi. So here's another story about them. It'll be different from Facade. They're older here and of course Kyoya is a widower with a little girl. They're all about late twenties during this story - Kyoya got married young. Let me know your thoughts. Oh, I got the idea about not believing in happiness from my cousin, Liz, she actually doesn't believe in it...we had a heated discussion on it last week actually.

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