A/N: I have revised every chapter in this story, including the one before this! Anyone who hasn't read that chapter, please read THAT one BEFORE this one! And don't forget to tell me what you think! Constructive criticism is GREATLY appreciated! Thank you! :)
(Oh, and this chapter has been merged with what was originally the next one. So now, there is one less chapter now, for the sake of chapter length.)
"I miss you… Haruhi…" a certain blonde haired, violet eyed boy whispered to himself, as he watched the cold drops of rain slide down the stain glass windows of his room.
It had been seven years since he had seen her... He had graduated from college, inherited the Suoh business corporation, and found himself a girlfriend, who was beautiful, rich, and kind. He liked her, a lot, but he didn't think he would like… no love, anyone, like he loved Haruhi.
He thought about her often, especially on rainy days. He wondered if she was still afraid of thunder and lightning, if she was living well, if she had found someone… But he could only wonder, for he had moved back to France, and lost all contact with her.
"I'm so stupid!" he muttered to himself angrily, running a hand through his blonde hair. "It's been seven years! She either doesn't remember you, or she still hates you!"
Little did he know, at that very moment, half way across the world, a certain brown haired girl, was thinking of him too.
"Tamaki?" a certain brunette thought to herself, as she saw a familiar looking, tall, blonde man walk down the street.
"I'm just imagining things," she convinced herself, shaking her head as to remove the image from her mind. She was trying to forget about that boy from her painful memories. But she couldn't. "It's been seven years!" she thought angrily.
"You graduated from a great college! Now you're a lawyer, and you have a wonderful life, career and boyfriend who loves you! Forget about Tamaki Suoh! He didn't love you! He chose to move to France instead of staying with you!" she tried to convince herself, as she hurried home through the crowded streets of Tokyo.
"I'm home!" Haruhi notified her boyfriend, Arai, as she wearily entered their humble apartment, still littered with unopened boxes. Her and Arai had started dating just two years before, and had just moved in together. Obviously, they still had quite a few boxes to unpack.
"Hey Haruhi, how was work?" he greeted her, getting up from his place beside an open box, where he had just been, unpacking its contents.
She didn't respond.
"Did something happen?" Arai asked, troubled with her unusual behavior.
"Nothing, I'm just tired." she half lied, hints of frustration in her already exhausted voice.
"Haruhi, something's wrong, tell me…" he asked, concern visible on his face.
"Oh no, I'm really worrying him…" she thought, biting her lip guiltily.
"It's nothing…" she replied, looking down at her feet.
She didn't want him to be bothered, but she didn't want to talk about it either.
Why would her current boyfriend want to hear about her first love?
Arai decided to drop the subject, seeing as she was quite annoyed with his persistence.
"Well anyway… dinner is ready." he told her, in a pathetic attempt to ease the tension.
They both went to the dining table, where Arai had already set up their dinner. They ate in total silence; the only sound was that of Arai's quiet chewing. But all Haruhi did was nibble on her meal, and stare into space.
"What's with her today?" Arai thought with apprehension, as he stared inquisitively at his oblivious girlfriend. "We usually chat… talk about our day… why is today so different?"
That night was the same as the rest of the evening: silent. Arai was worried out of his mind, but tried not to show it. And Haruhi was still blank and expressionless.
"What's wrong with her, and why can't she tell me?" Arai questioned, looking at the ceiling, confused. He wondered aimlessly to himself, trying to figure out what had made her so blank today.
"Maybe her memories of Suoh-San have come back... But she says she's gotten over him…" he suddenly thought, wondering if the cause of Haruhi's emotionless demeanor was a sudden resurface of her memories of Tamaki Suoh: the love her life. The one who had abandoned her… He was still pondering the possibilities, as he turned on his side on their queen-sized bed, his back to her.
Haruhi still lay awake, long after Arai had drifted off to sleep. She was still thinking about Tamaki, and that fateful day so many years ago.
"You left me for her…" she thought with despise, as silent tears trickled down her face.
She ran the memory of that last day through her head over and over again, until sorrow lead her off to a sleep, plagued with nightmares.
