"Shut and go back to school!"

Shut up and get out of my life…

"It's trouble some…."

You're troublesome and make extra work…

"From now on, as much as possible, I won't take my eyes of you."

I love you.

I hate you.

I love you…

All of these memories turned in Haruhi's head as she sobbed quietly onto the tatami mats, too scared and grief stricken to move out of the fetal position. Remembering the day's outcome made her sick to her stomach, making her eye the bathroom, preparing to make a quick escape. Her breathing had become ragged and the blanket was obviously obstructing her breathing, making her feel even more light headed.

"Mom, it's l-like yesterday that I f-first wandered into the third music room. B-but, in reality, it's been a year. At first, I d-dreaded seeing the host club everyday, thinking they were rich bastards, actually, that's true s-sometimes, and who floated through life.

"But I was wrong. They've taught me how to l-live life and not just focus on a career, there are infinite possibilities. M-mom… I-I don't wan to lose then more then anything else in the world…I l-love them…

"I-I love Tamaki-sempai…"

The words shook her more then she had anticipated. Although she had come to the realization months before that she loved Tamaki now seemed like the worst, and most perfect, time to come to the full realization. Worst, because the state she was in was no where near her usual self, and best because when she was faced with a life altering problem she couldn't procrastinate any longer and had to confront it.

"I love him…" she spoke the statement out loud again, trying to make better sense of her situation. Haruhi retched, throwing of her blanket and streaking to the bathroom where the toilet bowl was filled with the lunch she had prepared especially for her sempai. It was almost as if her body was trying to rid itself of anything that had to do with Tamaki. The revolting taste and smell of her vomit made her retch once more, leaving her weak and barely able to stand up. Hadn't this happened at the beach as well? The two had fought and she ended up getting sick off the delicious and expensive food.

"Jerk…" she mumbled, stumbling towards the small bathroom sink, rinsing her mouth and splashing her face with the ice cold water. The weather outside was all but forgotten as Haruhi's phone started to ring, making her headache hurt more.

"Hello?" She asked, not having bothered to check the caller ID, it surprised her that she had the strength to talk and get back under her blanket after her body having revolted to harshly.

Soft music was playing through the phone. Normally Haruhi would have hung up right away, assuming it was another one of your everyday nutcases calling random numbers to spook you, but the music was intoxicating, and the style sounded eerily familiar. The soft sounds were unmistakably those of a piano…

Haruhi jolted herself out of the trance as a particularly loud boom if thunder rumbled and hung up, feeling rage and disbelief well up inside her. How dare he call her! Did he think that he could win her trust and friendship back by a simple song!? It didn't even matter that he had probably had to sneak around to telephone her, just the thought that he would! She wouldn't forgive him this time so easily. Because of him she was to quit the host club, possibly revealing her gender, and lose the second person who she loved more then the world, and while he was still living at that! Pain shot through her heart and spine at the mere that that she would have to gaze upon his forlorn figure everyday, knowing she could never hear her name spoken by him again.

"I never thought that I would miss playing house so much before…" She sniffed, huddling under the blanket and pushing the earplugs in farther as the thunder rumbled harder the ever.

The song was already starting to fade.

A/N:

Chapter 75 reaction:

I waited a month and half to cry over a romantic COMEDY!? What happened to the silly host club attending to the needs of lovely young women for payment? What happened to the family setting? What happened to the love confession? Is it all dust in the wind now? And why had Bisco Hatori's drawing style changed!? I miss the harsh lines…now they're all cartoony and big headed.

So, all in all, I liked the chapter. I've never cried over manga before, so this was a change of pace. I'm going to continue this before the next chapter comes out.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! –although in France they don't celebrate it as much…Good thing I'm in America now!-