Haruhi stood there breathing heavily. Kaoru cradled Hikaru in the grass, soothing him and trying to help him with his injuries. She finally realised what she had to do. She had to rescue Tamaki Suoh. She was not about to let him get swept away by some French bitch.
Haruhi pulled the annoying extensions from her short, boy-like hair and ripped off the horrid, frilly 18th century style French dress. It's not like she was stripped bare, she was covered by her thin dressing gown underneath. It was way easier to manoeuvre in than the puffy dress, so why not?
Hikaru and Kaoru were calling for Haruhi, but she barely registered it. She had one thing on her mind: Tamaki.
With a snap of the reins, the horse took off and she was speeding down the road in the beaten down carriage. Faster and faster, she had to catch up to Tamaki and Éclair.
"This is reckless, Haruhi!" a voice sounded in her head. "I can't have my little girl getting hurt, slow down!"
With a start, Haruhi recognised the voice as Tamaki's. Instead of slowing down as the voice in her head begged, she went faster. Snapping the reins she sped up more.
Haruhi could now see tailights up ahead. The car! She urged the horse to go faster.
The horse sped up, only to go over a huge hole in the road. This time, as the horse fell, the yoke completely snapped and the carriage broke apart into splinters of wood.
Haruhi was tossed out like a rag doll, crashing hard into the hard ground. Her shoulder was jarred painfully.
She lifted her head, which was ringing from the impact of her fall, and groaned as she watched the terrified horse gallop away into the trees.
Her only hope of catching Tamaki was now gone. Curling up into a ball on the hard earth, she shed a single tear, and then began to weep.