Haruhi read the meanings again and again. Refusal and Abandonment. Deceit. Resignation... and Goodbye. Haruhi laughed, though her tears were starting to fall. Surely she made a mistake? Hikaru can't mean that! But, ah. She is a Hitachiin, and she was a Fujioka before that. She cannot assume so quickly. She composed herself, wiping whatever small amount of tears that fell on her face. Then she looked for Hikaru and Kaoru's grandmother.

*

"Um... Obaa-sama..." Haruhi began. The lady looked up from the flowers she were admiring. She smiled. "Haruhi! These flowers are lovely! You really are gifted in this! Ah, so lucky of us..." she began. Haruhi forced herself to smile. "Ah... I was wondering..."

"Yes?" Kazuha-sama asked. Haruhi can't help but look at the flowers on her head. "Ah... these flowers,"she raised the bouquet, "can you conform their names for me?" she asked quite sheepishly.

"Ah, of course! They're anemones, cyclamens and orange mocks! Lovely, aren't they?" Kazuha-sama asked, pleased with herself. "Ah...thank you, Obaa-sama." Haruhi said in a trembling voice. It had only been five months. Did he leave for his mistress?

"Dear, are you okay?" Kazuha-sama asked in a concerned voice. "Yes, yes... Please excuse me..." Haruhi's tears then began to fall. She ran in the direction of the garden, not caring whether she couldn't see or not. Hikaru was leaving her. There was no way he made a mistake. She had made sure he cared what flowers mean, and three types of flowers! All saying, "This love was never true. I am leaving you."

Haruhi sat, crying. She opened her book again. But no change, they still meant the same. She flipped the book to another page. Do you still love me?

Haruhi stared at it, now sobering up. Mauve lilacs. Hikaru, do you still love me? She had to know. She was giving him another chance. If this is only a mistake, she was sure he'd send the right flowers this time, or call her and ask for her forgiveness. His reply would define everything.

Haruhi went inside the house, composed. She was the lady of the house again. Head held high, she walked into the greenhouse. There she found what she was looking for. Mauve lilacs. She grabbed a few, pulled out some greens then arranged it nicely, with a big blue ribbon around it.

*

Haruhi laughed at some man's joke. The party was in full swing, she was dressed in a Hitachiin original, people were praising her arrangements. How ironic. She was a pretty lawyer who, in a few days, might lose her marriage.

She had sent the flowers a few hours ago, and she was sure it will arrive in a few hours time too. She can't wait any longer than that. She had to know.

"Haruhi," Kaoru pulled her aside. "Kaoru!" she exclaimed, pleased. They hugged for a considerable period of time. "You look lovely." he complimented her. "Ah, that is because of the dress." she replied. They laughed. "Too bad Hikaru wasn't here." Kaoru said. Haruhi looked down, sighing. "Yes."

"Hey, has he been answering your calls? He hasn't been answering mine. Baka of a brother, tsk tsk. Last thing I heard he was seen in a restaurant with a model." Kaoru said as if it was nothing. Haruhi looked, alarmed. "With a model?"

"Yes, probably about our newest line. Ah, he's so stubborn. Oh, Haruhi. You should go. There are people who want to talk to the 8th Hitachiin representative of flower arrangement." he said with a wink. Then he turned around.

Haruhi just stared. Not anymore, Kaoru... Or more correct, will never be. We've crashed.

Such a common scene. A lady who seems to have it all.