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Haruhi walked with the host club, who remained quiet and serious for once. It was reassuring to know that they could pull themselves together when paying respect. Of course, the solemness was also out of grief. A funeral is a happy time for no one. Not for the club dressed in black suits, not even for the Ouran girls who goggled at them from behind.
Yes the girls were here to see Tamaki, here to stare in awe at how good the club looked in black, here to talk excitedly afterwards about Honey burying his head in Mori's shoulder, Kyoya putting his head down the whole, or maybe just the twins holding hands. They were all over those two. No, the girls weren't the most respectful, but they were sad as well, Haruhi could tell.
Still, she stayed until after the service. After the family had left, and the Ouran girls, and the club. Well, most of the club. Everyone left... Except for her and Tamaki. Tamaki was being especially quiet on that funeral day. He made no comment about how the roses on the coffin were his favorite color rose. He didn't try to hold Haruhi's hand...
Haruhi knelt down and stared at the coffin with that fool's favorite flower petals on it. She stared at the coffin with Tamaki in it. The idiot who claimed to be in love with her, who was always so happy and enthusiastic. Who created the club all on his own. Her eyes began to water. Throat hoarse, Haruhi stood and turned away, then whispered,"Goodbye Sempai." Before walking home.