The horses raced at full speed down the wrong lane, the carriage rocking and jumping. The bridge was narrow and long, the ocean spreading out to kiss the edge of the earth. The red convertible was racing, both blonde heads faced away.
"Tamaki!" I yelled in anguish. I couldn't let him leave like this.
His head turned, eyes widening. He stood up, clutching the back of his seat for support. "Haruhi!" He yelled, arm outstretched.
I stood and reached out toward him too, but the carriage suddenly lurched and I was thrown into the air, off of the bridge completely.
This is it, I thought. At this height the water will kill me, and I didn't even get to tell him how I felt. A dark shadow crossed the sky before I was flipped like a rag doll to face the blue depths.
Just before the water sailed up to meet me, I closed my eyes, the feeling of warm arms hugging me tight and a low whisper in my ear right before I splashed into icy cold weightlessness. I kept my eyes shit tight, never wanting these strong arms to let me go.
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"Haruhi!" A voice broke through the blackness, reaching me in waves. I wondered if I was dead.
Something clicked and I opened my eyes to Tamaki shaking my shoulders roughly, hair dripping over his face. "Ta-ma-ki." I breathed, and his sky blue eyes melted and suddenly I felt as if I were floating in the ocean again. "You saved me." I touched his face.
"Haruhi-," He choked, eyes suddenly livid. "If you ever do anything like that again…" His head bowed and touched my stomach. "What if I lost her?" He spoke to himself, voice strangled.
"You were leaving." I breathed, then softer still, "I had to tell you something first."
He lifted his face and tears hung still on his cheeks. "Tell me." He murmured, eyes a little wild.
"I'm sorry you had to choose me over your mother when you'd already made the choice, but I had to tell you something before you were gone for good!" I sat up, my throat raw as I held his beautiful face between my hands.
"Tamaki, I-," He pulled me against him violently, lips pressed to mine, hand cradling my neck. It felt like I could breathe. When he pulled back, I didn't notice the tears on my cheeks until he kissed them away.
"I need to get you warm, but I'd prefer to avoid your father, no offense." I nodded and he scooped me up into his arms. I really didn't want my dad to throw a fit and I didn't want to leave him, either.
By the time we got back to the bridge, a car was already waiting for us. Damn rich people, are they psychic too?
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