Chapter 1
Two weeks has passed as I haven't been able to visit her yet, she must be there lonely, and desperate to see me, while sitting on the soft green grass of the meadow. I brought a bouquet of flowers with me, and smelled them one last time before I ran towards the meadow. I imagined Haruhi, her skin glowing with her warmth and beauty while she has a small smile on her face. I wanted to hold out to her, feel her and touch her. A tear rolled down my cheek as I realized I wouldn't be able to do so because Haruhi was dead.
Slowing down, I reached her tomb stone in a few minutes and sobbed in my palms. I felt a cold hand on my shoulder. I was shocked at how amazingly cold it was, and turned around desperate to figure out who it was and why the person's hand felt very familiar. The same weight, the same feeling I've already felt before. I revealed who it was the moment I turned around. It was Haruhi, dressed in the most beautiful white gown I've ever seen her in. I still held the hand which she had put on my shoulder a moment ago and placed in on my cheek.
"Haruhi!" I cried out violently, feeling her touch again, it felt as if I were in heaven after what seemed to be a long time in hell. All she could do was place a finger between my lips, I reached out to grab her hip, pull her closer to me and have her in my arms, but as I relaxed, because she was there with me, the moment I noticed it, she was gone. Gone like yesterday's wind. Gone like what I would be without her. I sobbed violently and knelt to the ground once again. I left the beautiful bouquet of flowers by her tomb and swore to myself I would never come back here again. I wiped all my tears away and pretended nothing had happened, like every other dreadful day without her.