Greetings! This is my story! I do not own anything, just throwing that out there. Also I would like to thank you for just pressing this story, it means a lot. If you review and tell me what you think, constructive criticism is great, and/or favorite and subscribe? *nudgenudge* :D Nah? Pushing it? Okay, gotcha, but read on. OH WARNING! There is character death, obviously.

Dearest Haruhi,

I thought I should write you a letter explaining everything. I'm I was dying of a brain tumor, I was supposed to have another year at most, if I was extremely luck, seven months if I was kind of lucky, and two months if my luck vanished. I wanted to make sure you knew just how important you, and the rest of the club, are to me.

You may be wondering why I made a letter to all of you, but also made you a separate one. It's because of the simple fact that I love you. I know that you're probably thinking how stupid I am, and how you don't, and won't ever, feel the same. I know I was being an idiot just for hoping that you could possibly like me.

How long did it take to find me? Was it hours? Days? Ever since I found out, no one bothered forcing me to go to school, or do anything. I would just lock my door and stay there for how long I wanted. Did anyone really care that I wasn't in school except the girls?

Does the club know how much I care about all of them? They were all dear to me, even the devilish twins. Haruhi, make sure they know. I'm sorry that I'm asking to many questions that I'll never know the answer too. I know you have so many questions.

Why wouldn't I tell you?

I didn't want things to change. The doctors said it was too far along to fix it, and I didn't want to fight it. Kyoya would have done something, found some doctor, and some procedure to help me, but I didn't want to be helped. I realized I was dying, and I was at peace with it. Of course I'll miss the all of you, the smiles the laughs, but with death so close, I made acceptance.

Now you may be asking why I didn't ask for help.

No one noticed how fake my smile was. If only someone asked a simple sentence that would change everything. "Are you okay?" That sentence would have changed everything. No one noticed. Not any of you. I felt unloved. Yes I had girls lined up at my feet, but did any of them think of me other than handsome? They loved the lines I would throw at them, and how 'pretty' I was. They didn't love me, they loved the idea of me. No one loved me.

Why did I do this?

I decided I wouldn't let the tumor take me out; I wouldn't let it get me. No, I would do it myself, that way it was my decision. I had the choice. It wasn't like the thought hasn't crossed my mind so many times before I found out about the tumor. So I just swallowed the pills. It was easy, oh too easy.

Haruhi, I'm sorry if I have caused the Host Club any trouble with me doing this. Please forgive me and make Kyoya understand that the business will get better. Also, no matter what, the host club must stay open. Do not close because of me.

I truly will miss all of you, and I hope that you will all miss me.

Love,

Tamaki