A/N:
I know that I haven't written anything in forever. There's a personal reason for this that I'd rather not mention. I'm sorry. As for my other story, with Caitlyn, I don't know that I'll be finishing it anytime soon. Perhaps in the future, but not anytime soon. Thank you anyhow, and hopefully this story will tide you over.
Has anything changed?
She paused at the door handle.
He's back, isn't he? Isn't that what you wanted?
She looked down at her hand. Pale fingers wrapped around the polished gold handle.
Is it? What to say? Is there anything to say?
Silence. Not even a sound from the other side of the door.
Did it mean anything? Does he even understand what happened?
She sighed, pulled her hand from the doorknob, instead choosing to slump against the wall, her back against it.
Do I? Kyouya made it clear that she was going to let him visit his mother. So why'd he stay? Not all because of me… They've known him longer…
She stood up, sighed again. Turned to the door.
Nothing to do but grin and bear it. Can't have your debt increasing, now can you?
But her consternation was all for nothing. The whole room was empty. No tables, no flowers swirling when the door was opened.
Where's the host club???