Disclaimer: I do not be doing the owning of the Ouran High School Host Club. Bisco Hatori's property it is and there is nothing I can be doing about it.

Dear Hikaru

I know what you're probably thinking right now. It's something along the lines of "I haven't heard from Haruhi in years. I wonder why she's writing." Well you have every right to be surprised. I haven't kept in touch and I have no excuse for it. But, you have to admit; you could have called or written as well. So, if we are both in agreement that it is equally both our faults for not keeping in touch, I would like to get to the point.

I'm writing purely because I want you to know. I need to tell someone. I feel I owe it to you, and to myself, to tell you. It's because you used to care, I suppose. I think I'm tricking myself into thinking that if you cared then, you can care now. And I need to tell you, because there is no one else to tell.

My life has been a constant tour of loneliness. I have spent my entire life working my way up; trying to be the best back in school and trying to be the best in my job. And though I have succeeded I have lost the things I used to want most in life. I always wanted a family; a husband, some kids, a nice house with a pool. I wanted to have the generic "happy life". But now it is too late. Because when you wait too long, the opportunities always end up passing you by before you can realize they have.

I know what you're thinking; "But, Haruhi, you're only twenty-six. You still have time to find a guy and have a family." Wrong. That's why I'm writing this. I've run out of time. That's right; the hourglass is almost run out. I didn't believe it when they told me either, but it's true. I've got brain cancer, and there's nothing the doctors can do.

So, I guess you can say this is goodbye. I've known about the cancer for a while now, but I just couldn't bring myself to writing this letter. It's only a matter of days. In fact, by the time you get this, I'll probably already be gone. Kinda eerie, isn't it? Well, I just wanted to let you know that, I'll miss you wherever I end up.

Farwell,

Haruhi

Hikaru read the letter for the third time. He couldn't believe it. She was really gone. He would never see her again. He should have kept in contact. If he had, maybe things would have been different; maybe she wouldn't be gone.

He missed her. They had been away from each other for such a long time, but there had always been the possibility of seeing her again. Now, it would never happen. He wondered if she had written similar letters to his brother, and the rest of the host club. Probably. All of them had helped her to break out of her shell, and become the more outgoing Haruhi that they know and love. Knew and loved. He needed to remember; past tense.

He put down the letter and crossed the room. He opened the fridge, and pulled out the orange juice. He drank the kind with pulp. It was one of the few things that differentiated himself and Kaoru, Kaoru like orange juice without the pulp, while he liked it with. He pulled a cup out of the cupboard. He poured the juice.

Haruhi will never do this again. A little voice in the back of his head said. Suddenly, his stomach dropped and he felt a swooping sadness throughout him. She would never move again. She would never be a part of anything. He would never see here again.

He was suddenly less thirsty then he had been a few minutes before. He put the container back in the fridge and left the glass on the counter. He crossed the room to the table and picked up the letter. It was postmarked for the 21st. That was three days ago. She said it was only a matter of days. Was she dead yet? If she wasn't he wanted to see her. Just one last time, before she left forever. He had to know.

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I hope you found it at least remotely enjoyable. It just came to me. I haven't written anything (cept school papers, so they don't count) in close to five months, so I may be a little rusty. Please comment, I need feedback to work!