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(EDIT) Okay, so a couple of people want me to continue this. Do you guys think I should add one more chapter? Tell me in your reviews, please. :] Read on!

(EDIT 2) Okay, nvm. I've decided to leave this as it is. Think what you will of it--I shall now let your imagination run wild as to how everything ends. the freedom is yours. That's how much I love you people. xP


Half a year later, she was walking down the aisle, every single person turning around to look at her.

Her hair had grown longer and she had filled out. The light shone in her eyes like a thousand suns. But what really amazed everyone was her wedding gown.

A sweetheart neckline slid down into a neat empire waist. From there it flowed down into a waterfall of immaculate white organza, sparkling here and there with ornate silver beading that resembled the exquisite orchids she held in her bouquet.

Every single person turned to look at her. Every person except one.

When she passed by him, their eyes met for just a brief second before hers swept away. In that second, Hikaru could've sworn he saw tears. In the back of his mind, he felt a twinge of guilt, but his heart hardened when he remembered that Haruhi deserved it. She deserved it all.

-:-

"Hikaru! You made it…"

He stepped inside her dressing room and gave her the awkward smile of the teenager he once was.

"Y-yeah."

She thought of embracing him, but held back. "The gown you made was lovely. Thank you."

He nodded.

"What are you doing here, though?" she asked.

"I thought you'd want me to do your makeup too, seeing as I'm here and everything."

The sentence was half-mumbled and laced with sarcasm.

"That would be asking too much of you," Haruhi whispered. She knew where this was going.

"Don't you think you've asked too much of me already?" he asked out loud.

So, Haruhi guessed that this was the real reason he had come in here in the first place. To confront her, to ask her why she had to torture him like this…

"So that's what you think?"

"What else would I think?" he said menacingly. She flinched. He didn't care. "Five years, Haruhi? Not once did you act like you remembered me, and then you suddenly expect me to show up at here? Damn it!"

"But you still came, didn't you?"

Haruhi could see that he was at a momentary loss for words. He backed away from her.

"You've always had me wrapped around your little finger," he breathed. "You knew that. You knew that I'd do anything for you, even after five years of nothing."

"If you really feel that way, then why did you even come?"

He gave her a cold, hard glare. The anger clouded his mind, and he lost his motive. "I came to say that I'm sorry. I'm sorry I ever fell in love with you."

He walked out of the room, slamming the door and leaving her alone.

"Baka," Haruhi whispered bitterly. "So you weren't going to stop me after all. I should've known. Even back in high school, you were a coward to your feelings. Baka."

She sat down in front of her mirror.

"Five years is nothing compared to all the years I've been waiting for you, Hikaru Hitachiin."

-:-

Haruhi reached Hikaru as she continued her walk to the altar. Her eyes met his, and she noticed that he was wearing an odd expression. Could it be regret? In the back of her mind, she felt a twinge of guilt, but her heart hardened when she remembered that Hikaru deserved it. He deserved it all.