Author's Note: I haven't written an Ouran fanfic yet, I don't think. I'm so sorry if this doesn't seem to fit any of he host club members, I haven't watched OHSHC in so long... Dx That's why I made it so that it never mentions the guy's name. It's for YOU to decide. Who do YOU think is telling the story? Please tell me in a review! I think that each of the Host Club members had a crush on Haruhi. Oh, Haruhi, you Mary Sue~
Disclaimer: I do not own OHSHC!
WARNING: Angsty-ishness ahead. I have not read the manga before, keep that in mind.
She loves me.
She loves me not.
She loves me.
She loves me not.
I plucked the last petal from the flower, it's almost silky texture rubbing my fingers as I held it between my index and thumb. It was an odd flower, one that I had never seen before. The smell was heavenly, it reminded me of her. The scent that wafted to my nose when I'd first laid eyes on it pulled her image into my mind instantly— it was perfect. The perfect flower.
It did not answer the question the way I hoped it would.
The remains of the plant were tossed aside, and I sat in the field and stared. Stared off into the distance, into the face of the setting sun. Yes, it hurt, but another part of me hurt even more. I averted my gaze anyway to the scene around it.
I'm not exactly sure why I did that to that flower, anyway. Picking petals off of a flower never gave anyone their fortune. They were just plants. I was sure that the girl who gave it to me hours before would be distraught if she saw what I'd done to it, but I just had to try. Maybe it would reassure me, soothe the aching pain in my chest. It was stupid of me.
Besides, I'd seen the way she looked at him. I knew how she felt, but I didn't want to believe it. She didn't realize her feelings as much as the rest of us did. That is, the rest of us that didn't include him. Two ignorant people, not knowing their own feelings. While it was always a bit harder to read her, I could read him like a book. It was a mystery, how could he not realize his own feelings? Sometimes I figured he was just stupid. But the boss is the boss, and don't they always get what they want? Who they want? Before I knew it, dusky night was falling over the field. Darkness swept over the sky, blotting out the hues of pinks and oranges and reds that the setting sun wore as a cape.
The gentle wind had long since blown away the silky pink petals of the perfect flower. Crisp air filled my lungs an a night chill began to set in. I didn't say a word, I didn't move a muscle. My stare remained in the same place as it had before, the place where the big ball of light and warmth in the sky had descended with the colorful ribbons following it like a lost puppy. It was a beautiful thing. A thing that passed faster than I wished it had, now my stare was locked on the shadowy heavens above, blanketed by ominous clouds. It was actually pretty depressing, and it wasn't helping my mood.
My chances with Haruhi had long since passed, but I still felt love for her. I could only wish her the best with Tamaki, those two were perfect for each other, as painful as that fact was. It seemed like the pain would never ebb away, it was so fresher than the night air. But the setting sun had shown me something.
Nothing beautiful stays that way forever, it will pas in stages like the setting sun. But it will return eventually, in a burst of color and warmth and hope, rising again in another place.