The woman sat at her window, absentmindedly toying with her boyish chocolate colored hair. The ill-lit room shadowed her large, sad eyes, and a single tear trickled down her pale cheek.
"Haruhi," the man whispered, touching her face with a long but tentative finger. "Don't cry."
Haruhi didn't listen to him, instead punching her fist into her ratty pillow. The tears poured down her face now, soaking into the dirtied fabric. She muttered some unintelligible words, pounding the place where her head rested on every night over and over again. "Why…" Haruhi said softly. "Why was it you? Out of all of them, all of us, why did it have to be you?"
"What are you talking about?" the blonde man asked, tears welling up in his own eyes at the sight of Haruhi's despair. He stroked her cheek once again; she shivered, crossing her arms as if she was trying to hold the fractured and ruined pieces of herself together.
"Tamaki…" Haruhi cries were muffled as she plunged her face into her blankets and bed sheets. "Where are you now? How could I have been such an idiot? How, how, how?"
Tamaki put his translucent arms around the girl, attempting to clutch her tight to his chest. To his horror, she didn't move. His arms only passed through her thin frame; unable to do the simple act that Tamaki had commanded them to commit. Haruhi only let out a long, shuddering sob in reaction. "You died on me," she sniffled, choking on her tears. "You told me that you'd always be here, that you'd never leave. But you did. You left me, Tamaki. What did you do to deserve this? You were such a wonder, wonderful friend..."
"Were?" Tamaki asked himself.
"But you left us...."
"But I didn't leave!" Tamaki murmured. "I'm here, and I always will be."
This is my first Ouran High School Host Club Fic, and I hope that it ended up well. If you don't understand what was going on (It was pretty obvious, but just in case) leave me a review and I'll get back to you as soon as possible. Thank you for reading!
- Onikakushi