After high school, Hikaru and Kaoru are now 19
Tamaki and I moved out a long time ago a year to be exact.
Hikaru hasn't spoken me since that day so long ago.
I walked down our large corridor.
I looked at the picture of the host club on the wall.
I remember a long time ago when Hikaru would have been next to me in that picture instead of it being Tamaki.
Sometimes I missed him.
I wanted to feel him hold me.
I wanted him to wipe my tears away like he did that night I had that bad dream.
Now it was really like he was missing.
Tamaki's lips broke me from my thoughts.
"Hello my love" the blond smiled kissing my forehead.
"Hello" I nodded.
"Someone's doing too much thinking again" Tamaki smirked.
"Am not" I protested.
He picked me up and spun me around.
We both laughed.
Was this happiness…..and if it is….why is it so….empty.
I sat on the front porch steps.
I missed kaoru like hell.
Sometimes I'm not sure how I breathe without him.
I hate Tamaki for taking him.
I put my cigarette out and walked back inside the house.
After he left I started doing drugs and cutting myself.
AHHHHH I heard a maid scream.
I ran to her side.
"What is it" I asked softly.
"Your father is dead" she cried into her hands.
Turned out dad had a massive heart attack.
The funeral was in two weeks.
Would kaoru be there?
Would he want to see me?
Dose he miss me like I miss him?