~~ Collab with Demon Lord Of Lust, every other chapter will be done by here. ~~

Haruka couldn't believe what she was reading. She had just gotten home from a week long trip for some races in the states. She came home to a dark house, Michiru's clothes were gone, some of the artwork was gone, there were boxes in the garage of things Michiru hadn't taken. Haruka sat dazed, this wasn't possible. No, she and Michiru hadn't had the perfect relationship. She flirted too much and Michiru was rather cold. Neither knew how to say what they felt and both were the jealous kind. The past few months they had fought, it wasn't pretty either. They use to bounce back from it, they use to be able to make up and not linger. Recently, they lingered on those fights, never truly moving past it. Haruka recalled having spent a fair amount of nights on the sofa in recent months, either because Michiru had banished her from the bedroom or because she couldn't stand to be near her, it was a sort of self-exile.

Haruka stared down at the paper, noticing wet spots that smeared the words slightly.

Haruka,

If you're reading this, then I'm gone. I could no longer watch you. I need to be free of this guilt and staying with you, watching you love her, it is killing me. I don't want you to feel guilt, I don't want you to think I didn't love you, because I did. I do. Nothing will ever change the way I feel for you. For both of us, it is better this way. We weren't happy anymore and I couldn't stand to see the resentment in your eyes. I need this freedom as much as you do. Don't look like that.

I know what you're thinking, and don't. Haruka it is better this way. We were destroying each other. We were clinging to something that just wasn't there any longer. I wish I could say I'm sorry, because I know this is hurting you. I'm not. I have hurt for so long, it is time for us to move on. I will always be your friend, but I can never be your lover again.

Michiru.

It wasn't like Michiru to run away, but then, Haruka had run away a week ago after a particularly drawn out fight. It had ended with her walking out the door and Michiru telling her not to come back. They had spoken over the phone 3 days ago, they'd seemingly worked it out. Haruka apologizing and promising to be better and Michiru accepting and saying it'd be ok. It wasn't ok, Haruka vaguely wondered how long Michiru had been planning on leaving. Had she a place to go? Where was she now? Haruka pulled out her phone, she'd had no calls, no text from Michiru since they'd talked last. She dialed the number put the phone to her ear and waited. "The Number you are trying to reach has been changed or is out of service. Please check the number and try again"

"Damn it, Michiru..." Haruka growled out, throwing her phone on the sofa. She tossed the letter onto the table. Michiru was right, but that didn't mean this didn't hurt. It didn't make it any less hard. Haruka looked in the pantry, looking in the back she found what she'd wanted. A bottle of whiskey that she'd keep hidden from Michiru. She had no doubt that Michiru knew it was there, but she had never said anything, so Haruka didn't either. She grabbed a glass from a cabinet and poured herself a glass. Haruka wasn't much of a drinker because she liked being in control, but right now, she'd have given anything to drown this.

She put the glass to her lips and threw her head back, swallowing the bitter liquor. It burned on the way down and made her lips curl in distaste. Despite this, she poured herself another and before she knew it, she was sprawled across the sofa, a half empty bottle of whiskey sitting in front of her, sunlight streaming in around the blinds. She ran a hand down her face, what had she been thinking. A dry bitter laugh left her, she still had to meet the girls for their weekly hang out. Oh today would be just brilliant.