Inspired by a tumblr post by peegan
She hadn't seen any of the host club members for two years. Ever since she got married, she lost all connections. She was a twenty-three year old widow now, and she was enjoying her freedom again. She didn't go to her husband's funeral; there was no point. He had no family, no friends, no nothing. Even during the short marriage he didn't truly have her. She never made him happy, or sad. There was never a response from him. It was just…Emptiness. She felt bad for how alone he was, though she couldn't really care; considering how awful he was. A thousand memories hit her like massive waves. Pangs of sadness, anger, and a little bit of hatred. She needed to let something out, anything out. Bottling it all up for months was the stupidest decision she had ever made.
She didn't bother putting on any shoes, or a coat. She opened the door, and ran out onto her porch. The rain fell harder as she dropped to her knees, and yelled; "CAN I JUST FUCKING BE GOOD ENOUGH TO ACTUALLY MAKE YOU FEEL SOMETHING?"
A familiar face. A quick squeak from bicycle tires as he quickly forced himself to a stop. He stared at her, a puzzled look on his face. Before peddling away, he yelled back to her, "YOU ARE PERFECT AND YOU MAKE ME FEEL ALIVE"
She couldn't move for another solid minute. She probably even forgot to breathe. She saw his auburn hair, heard his oh-so-familiar voice, and knew exactly who it was. The boy she had left for her now dead husband.
"Hikaru Hitachiin.."