Disclaimer: I do not own OHSHC.
Author's Notes: It's going to be fairly short, but I wanted to create something that would really leave a lasting emotion in my readers. So, review and tell me what you think.
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It hurt, ya know? All this time, we've been together. It was only us. Every night, he was the one who I would cling to, the one who I woke up to face in the morning, the one who I knew would stay by me forever.
Haruhi.
I don't hate her. I really don't. I know she makes him happy and that's all I've ever wanted for my dearest brother. But...
I never thought I would be replaced, that someone else would be making him happy.
It was always me.
Purging didn't do anything for me, despite how sick I would get when I could see that spark between them, when they would get close enough to kiss and turn away in embarrassment. All it did was bring my weight down because nothing would stay in my stomach.
I became like those "emo" kids who slice themselves up. I'd never let him see them or anyone else, for that matter. It wasn't enough.
In the night, it hurt. My heart felt like it would burst. He would cuddle next to me and I wouldn't feel him. His touch was not to be given to me. It was hers.
I never thought it would end like that, but for him to be free...I need to release him. I am the chain shackling him to his past. Let this night be the key to free him...
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Haruhi sobbed into Hikaru's chest as the funeral went on. Hikaru's hands shook as he looked to the front, seeing the picture above the coffin. He was smiling, that beautiful sweet smile that was his younger twin. What burned in his mind was that night, coming home.
It had rained that night and he had stayed late with her to comfort her through the storm. Once it had let up, he opened the door to his bedroom. His eyes flew wide as he saw him...hanging from the chandilear above their bed...the rope tightly bound around his neck...