Haru was not, contrary to popular belief, a total airhead. In fact, she saw just as clearly as anyone.
She saw the way he looked at her, the way he smiled at her like she was a wingless angel (which, Haru supposed, she was in a way). She saw the way their personalities just clicked together, the way they completed each others' sentences, the way they noticed only each other when the two of them were in the same room. She saw everything. How could she not?
It would have been so easy to hate her. It would have been so easy to kill her, for God's sake. A knife in the back. A poisoned wine glass. Haru was by far the stronger of the two; she was just a pretty little ornament. A useless little ornament. How disgusting.
And then Haru was disgusted with herself for thinking that way of her well-meaning best friend. Not that it mattered anyways.
Tomorrow she'd stop caring.
In the end, all Haru could do was watch. Watch as he confessed to her for the second time and was accepted. Watch as he kissed her and she kissed him back and they were in their own, happy little world-a world she had no part in at all.
But Haru had to be Haru. She had to be the cheery, bubbly, naive, innocent girl who raised the Famiglia's spirits, who gave them the gift of laughter when she was really just sobbing inside. And honestly, she wanted, so, so badly, to be cheery and bubbly and naive and innocent again.
Tomorrow she'd be brave.
There were rumors about her relationship with Storm Guardian, who for some reason persisted in calling her 'stupid woman' even after she had graduated summa cum laude from Tokyo University. Harmless gossip that was all the more hurtful because somewhere deep inside her, Haru knew it was true.
She saw the look in the Storm Guardian's eyes every time she looked at her own reflection. She knew exactly what he was going through.
The two of them were a perfect match, anyways, as perfect as his match was with her. They were the side characters to the main ones, the secondary protagonists, the shadows. Someone had told her once: the brightest lights cast the darkest shadows. So true.
Tomorrow she'd act perfectly.
Years passed. Haru was perfectly aware that she was becoming quite a beautiful woman, every bit as beautiful as her. But did he even look twice Haru's direction? Of course not. The Mafia called her the Siren, but her power always failed her when she needed it the most.
Tomorrow she'd move on.
Haru had never known him to be a cruel person, but cruel was exactly the word she had called him (privately, of course) when the invitation to their wedding had come. Their pretty, gold-edged, expensive little invitation bearing those oh-so-hated words: You are invited to the wedding of Kyoko Sasagawa and Tsunayoshi Sawada!
Figures he would put her name first. She was more important than anyone in the world to him.
Haru went to the wedding. How could she not? She went and smiled and was an airhead because everyone loved Haru the Airhead and no one loved Haru the Jealous Bitch.
Haru went to the wedding and plunged herself into blissful drunkenness at hell's end.
Tomorrow she'd smile and actually mean it.
Tomorrow she would do a lot of things. Tomorrow she would hold her head high because she was a queen in her own right. Tomorrow she would accept the blatant invitation in the Storm Guardian's eyes. Tomorrow she would pick up the pieces of her ruined (non-existent) relationship. Tomorrow she would cut away her past and swear off alcohol and-
Tomorrow is not today.