Hey everyone! This is the first chapter of my very first story! I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it! :D

I don't own anything except the plot! Please review your thoughts, they are much appreciated! :D

To start off, when Hikaru gets thrown off the carriage, the carriage breaks and becomes unusable, thus allowing Tamaki to go through with leaving.

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Hikaru, Kaoru, and Haruhi trudged back to Ouran high school, knowing the fate of Tamaki. It was too late; he was already almost on a plane to leave.

"How could he just leave? Didn't he know... didn't he know how much I loved him? Wasn't I enough?" Haruhi thought, fighting back the tears and brushing a few traitor ones off her face.

"How could he do this?!" Hikaru suddenly busted, causing Kaoru to grip his arm in a calming fashion, attempting to soothe him with words that could never heal the empty feeling that came with the departure of Tamaki.

"Be strong." Haruhi thought, trying to battle the sneaky demons that had invaded her mind. "It wasn't anything special." She thought, but even she knew she was lying to herself.

No more words were spoken during the walk back. Then again, what could they say? It hurt to much to talk about him. It was like Tamaki had died, but in a way, he had. Their last memory of Tamaki was him as a monotone statue, announcing the very departure they couldn't bring themselves to talk about.

Eventually, after some time, they made it back; sweaty, tired, upset, and Tamaki-less.

They greeted the three other hosts with long faces, not knowing what to say, begging the others to understand through their eyes.

"Where... Where's Tama-chan?" Honey asked, though no one needed to answer. It was a question answered by a still silence.

The festival in the school courtyard had long since been over by the time they reached their respective houses. Haruhi greeted her dad in her usual way before dissmissing herself, telling her father she wasn't hungry for dinner. She went to her room and locked her door before changing into her pajamas for the night. She picked up a picture frame off of her small dresser and sat on her bed; all she could do was stare at it. It was a picture of her and Tamaki at Kyoya's family water resort. She looked at it before releasing the monsoon of tears she had been holding back, finally giving in to the sadness. She cried silently to herself before falling asleep, the picture beside her as if to provide some sort of painful comfort.

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A week went by, and there was still no sign of Tamaki. A month passed, and not so much as a text from the blonde haired, amethyst eyed boy. Two months had gone by, and school was nearing its end when Haruhi noticed something.

She felt sick, but not in the way she had been feeling for the past two months. This sickness was odd to say the least. She'd throw up a few times, feel sick for an hour, and then be fine the rest of the day. The sickness happened sporadically day-to-day. Sometimes it'd hit her at night, and sometimes in the middle of the day.

Haruhi decided to brush it off, figuring it was her body rejecting the thought of losing someone so important. Afterall, something similar happened to her when her mother had passed.

"Haruhi, are you okay." Kaoru asked, kneeling next to her as she hung her head over a trashcan in the Host Club room.

"I'm fine. Could you get me some water though?" She asked, taking the tissue Kaoru had grabbed before he approached, and wiping her mouth.

As Kaoru rushed to get a bottle of water, Kyoya decided to ask her a few questions.

"So Haruhi," Kyoya approach, "how long have you been vomiting for." He asked, taking out a pen and pad of paper, a skill he learned through his family's many medical branches.

"My first time today, it started a week or two ago." Haruhi said, her voice scratchy. Kaoru came back to Haruhi's side, handing her the bottle, which she gratefully sipped down. Thankfully, the need to vomit was discipating. Kyoya wrote what she said down as if he were a real doctor.

"Perhaps you should visit my family's private doctor." Kyoya said, which Kaoru agreed wholeheartedly to.

"No, really guys, I'm fine. I'm just still upset over... Well... Y'know." Haruhi said; she couldn't bring herself to say his name.

"It would still be beneficial, and it would put everyone at ease." Kyoya said, the other Hosts now listening, having come back to the practice room now that they had finished with their customers.

"...Fine." Haruhi said; her only reason for giving in was because, deep down, she was a bit worried herself.

"I'll pick you up personally tomorrow at nine sharp." Kyoya said, since it was the weekend, and it'd be easier if he were to just pick Haruhi up himself.

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In France

It had been two months since he had seen any of his friends, two months since he talked to the girl who held a special place in his heart. Secretly, Tamaki saved a picture of the Hosts all together. In the image, he was hugging Haruhi as the others squeezed into the frame. Of course, Eclair had no idea of the image's existence, and if she had known, it'd be ashes by now.

Anne-Sophie, Tamaki's mother, walked into the room.

"My handsome baby boy, all grown up and getting married." She said as she clasped his hands in hers, a contented smile on her face as a happy tear slipped from her eye. She quickly wiped it away as she embraced her one and only son. She knew he hadn't wanted to marry Eclair, his tears the night he had arrived were proof of that; but he made a commitment, and she knew she couldn't intervene.

They hugged each other before they walked up the aisle together. His mother sat in the front row as he stood at the altar. Tamaki observed his surroundings; Eclair had made every decision without him. It was elegant to say the least, blue hydrangeas lined the aisle as they hung from the benches, and the same petals already dotted the floor. There was a large, light blue piece of tulle hanging like a canopy over the altar, and a white, glittered design gave life to the bland- looking piece of fabric.

He heard the wedding march begin, so he turned his head to watch the precession walk down the aisle. Eventually, his bride came into view, and she was the most stunning thing in the room. Her dress was a glistening white, her hair an auburn sunset, her smile as bright as the sun. But, to Tamaki, she meant nothing. She didn't hold a candle to Haruhi in Tamaki's eyes.

The wedding went by in a blur. The only thing he could remember was the dread he felt as he said the poisonous words of "I do", and suddenly, there was a Mrs. Suou. But, the new Mrs. Suou was the wrong girl. The right girl was located at Ouran High School.

At the reception, he danced and talked. He pretended the situation wasn't as bad as he thought. He pretended his new bride was someone completely different. And, that night, he hadn't meant to, but he called out a woman's name that wasn't his new wife's.