"Who'd would have thought they'd be so difficult to find," Ozzie said, much too loudly and not at all sorry sounding.

Haruhi flinched as his voice sent shockwaves through her ears. Why was it that he only screamed at her when he was sitting right beside her ear? As if she didn't have enough problems.

"We'll find them," she said. "Reiko is probably looking for Nekozawa-senpai, and Tamaki…"

She stopped walking when she stopped talking, her chest starting to hurt again. She took a few deep breaths to try and stop it, then moved on when it only helped a little.

"He's probably off with one of his usual customers or something. Shouldn't be too hard."

Ozzie shrugged. "If you say so."

Haruhi continued on, searching this way and that as her mind wandered. She soon found herself stopping again, and staring at her hands contemplatively. Meanwhile, Ozzie was fast becoming anxious.

"What is it this time?"

Haruhi didn't like his tone, but let it slide. She flexed the fingers of her right hand, where nothing was visible save smooth skin and clean fingernails.

"I was just thinking, it's a shame I can't see my own Life Thread," she said, smiling humorlessly. "I guess I can't even ask what color it is, right?"

Ozzie snorted and shook his head. "Rules are rules, I'm afraid."

"No offence, but your rules kind of suck sometimes."

"Yeah, don't I know it…"

Haruhi blew air out through her lips and took a long sip of the juice she'd brought with her from the refreshments table. The cool, sweet liquid burned in the back of her throat, but didn't sting quite so much as the tears that were constantly threatening to fall. She wiped her eyes for the umpteenth time, knowing she'd just have to do it again in another minute anyway.

She couldn't believe Tamaki Suoh of all people was making her this emotional. For so long, he'd just been some idiot forcing his way into her life and dragging her from place to place. He was annoying, but well-intentioned. Knowing that was what first endeared her to him, though it was a slow process and Haruhi never would have admitted that she was starting to like him.

When did that turn into love?

'Is it even love?' a nasty little voice in her head said. 'I thought you were only ever truly in love with your Destined Love, and if Tamaki's is Reiko and not you, then what you're feeling right now isn't love.'

Haruhi didn't have the energy to refute that voice, or even to properly ignore it. It's words floated around in her head and repeated incessantly, a broken record. She looked down at her palms a second time, honing in on the left ring finger where her invisible Life Thread hung, almost certainly a bright orange color that made Haruhi feel sick in ways none of the others she'd seen could've hoped to manage.

"This sure doesn't feel like simple lust," she thought aloud, then raised her head back up. "So, Ozzie, got any ideas about how to bring Tamaki-senpai and Reiko together."

She glanced at him on her shoulder, noting his odd action of glancing from side to side several times and pulling his top lip over the bottom like he had something to hide. After a few more seconds of this, he shrugged.

"Do what you did last time, maybe?"

By now, Haruhi was on the move again, keeping her eyes straightforward. This didn't stop her from visibly reacting to Ozzie's suggestion, or from speaking out the corner of her mouth.

"I thought you said that was overdone."

"Overdone, yes," Ozzie said smarmily. "Affective, also yes."

Haruhi was shaking her head and sighing when the large rock in the middle of her path met with her foot. A crowd of people was before her, only a few inches away or so, and Haruhi could only hope that the tall person at the edge with his back to her would hear her yelp and turn around fast enough.

He did.

Brown eyes met violet.

Tamaki shot his arms out and caught Haruhi mid fall his a strong grip.

"Woah, what was that?" he asked while helping Haruhi to get back on her feet.

For his part, Ozzie was sitting contentedly on her shoulder, smiling and nodding his head.

"See?"

"Haruhi," Tamaki bent down low to her level, checking her face and neck for any sort of injury. "Are you alright? Are you hurt?"

Haruhi smiled slightly and backed out of his grip. "Thanks to you, Senpai, I think I'm okay."

"You need to be more careful," he said, eyeing the rock she had tripped over. "I don't know what I'd do if you were hurt."

Haruhi looked away, but it did little to hide her blush.

"R-really, I'm okay," she said. "But I did want to talk to you. It's important."

"That's funny," Tamaki said, suddenly looking unsure of himself. That caught Haruhi off guard. "There's something I've been meaning to tell you as well."

"Can it wait?" Haruhi asked without thinking. Once she was there, she couldn't take it back, no matter how much his face falling felt like a punch to the gut.

Jesus, what was wrong with her?

He nodded his head, and then Haruhi didn't hesitate. The faster she got this over with, the better.

"Senpai, I know you have someone very special," she said. The name Reiko refused to pass her lips. "Someone you love very much… in the romantic sense."

His eyes went as wide as saucers. Haruhi flinched, it wasn't an attractive sight and was making this a lot harder.

"You know?"

So was that tone.

"Yes," Haruhi spoke slowly, carefully. "I've known for a while now, and I want you to know that it's okay and… and you don't have to be afraid of how you feel."

She paused. Knowing him, he'd interrupt with a shriek or tears or even run to his corner in embarrassment. Haruhi had come to expect that… but it never came.

Tamaki did nothing.

He just stared at her.

Haruhi swallowed. "Holding something like this in will only hurt you, you and I both know that. So let her know, in whatever way you think is best. Go all out like you always do!"

It was a long time before Tamaki spoke, like his brain was having trouble processing her words. The silence wasn't good for Haruhi, it put her on edge. Any other sounds would have her ten feet in the air.

"Haruhi, I don't…" he trailed off. He didn't seem to know what to say.

He lowered his lead.

Haruhi forced herself to keep still.

A long sigh shook through him and he looked back up. His hand wrapped around Haruhi's thin arms, and they were shaking.

"I never thought you'd be the one to want a big display," he said, smiling in an almost… loving way.

Or maybe Haruhi just imagined that.

"It's what you're best at," she said in a friendly way. "Just be yourself, Senpai."

'Because you are the best person I know,' she wanted desperately to say. It would lead her to say many other things, painful things, things that could ruin both their lives. She kept her mouth shut.

Tamaki was grinning like a madman.

"Haruhi, you have no idea how happy I am," he said, and then he hugged her.

Haruhi squeaked, and it was muffled by the lapel of his jacket. Her arms were locked at her side, unable to squeeze back. Her hands curled into fists as she enjoyed the feel of him against for as long as she could, before he went away to find his true love.

Not her.

When his grip loosened, Tamaki brushed a hand on her cheek and backed up, walking backwards several steps and looking intently at her.

"Come to the dance floor, okay?" he said, glancing back a few times at the few people dancing. "Come right now so we can do this."

He turned and broke into a sprint, leaving Haruhi alone in the dust with Ozzie in her pocket and questions on her minds.

Why would he want her around when he was professing his love for Reiko?

Was she supposed to be his moral support because she'd encouraged and inspired him?

Somehow, that idea made her feel worse than any before it.

Her shoulders slumped. "I guess that fits with my job as a Cupid, huh?"

Ozzie poked his head out, looking at her tenderly, not a hint of anger or snark to be found.

"I thought you said you weren't a Cupid."

Haruhi smiled sadly. "It's not so bad."

Ozzie smiled back at her.

Reiko was by one of the trees, discreetly spying on her club's head and the ever bubbly Renge, when Haruhi found her. Coaxing her away from them and to the dance floor was the real hard part.

"What if she's put a spell on him?" Reiko asked insistently while Haruhi lead her away.

"I don't think Renge is capable of spells," said Haruhi. 'Though that would explain the motorized platform she got from nowhere…'

"I just don't understand," Reiko was saying. "Senpai and that Hoshikuji girl have never spoken like this before! Why are they suddenly so… so…"

"Interested in each other?" Haruhi finished helpfully.

Reiko didn't answer, but let out a defeated groan and stopped fighting to escape. Haruhi easily pulled her the rest of the way, getting to the dance floor just as Tamaki-senpai took the stage. He raised a hand at the DJ, signaling for him to stop, and picked up the microphone. It was like a repeat of last night, there was even a grand piano conveniently placed behind him. Haruhi had a feeling she knew where this was going, and that was fine for her. Even before she knew she was in lo… how she felt about him, she'd always liked listening to Tamaki play. He was truly gifted and played with the skill of a master, at least as far as she knew. Hopefully, Reiko would be just as fond of the music as she was.

"Attention, ladies and gentlemen, attention." He tapped twice on the microphone, succeeding in getting eye on him where his words had not. "Sorry to interrupt the party, but your gracious Host Club King has something very important to say!"

Haruhi closed her eyes. This was it.

"I'd first like to ask all those with a significant other today to please look at your partner. Think about how you feel for them, how strongly you care for them, love them. These are precious moments for us all, we're all young and fortunate enough to be here together on this fine day."

A few people clapped here, and Tamaki calmly waited for them to stop. He didn't seem to be enjoying the praise, though. Not this time.

"I'd like you all to appreciate what you have, the love you've found. I should know…"

He moved away from the mike and walked to the piano, sitting with perfect poise and uncovering the keys. He grabbed the smaller microphone on top, adjusting it to his height.

"I'd like to dedicate this to the woman I love," he said.

A wave of gasps, mostly from his fangirls, overcame the crowd. Haruhi could see Kyoya near the side of the stage giving Tamaki a look like he was about to smack him over the head, and Hikaru and Kaoru had on their identical Cheshire cat grins. They'd be teasing Tamaki for this later, no doubt about it. By now, Reiko had gone stiff as a board.

"I hope I'm able to introduce her to you someday," he went on. "For now, I invite everyone to the dance floor. Please, enjoy yourselves, and have the Happiest Valentine's Day that ever was."

A few more people cheered, intercut with a few girls sobbing in the corner. Despite twinges of annoyance, Haruhi was able to ignore them. Then Tamaki began playing, and nothing else mattered for a moment. The opening chords were loud and pretty, spirited and slow at the same time. Tamaki closed his eyes as he played, fingers moving across the keys like they had minds of their own.

"Look into my eyes," he sang. "You will see, what you mean to me…"

She felt numb as she listened to the lyrics. They were so sappy and so romantic and so very Tamaki if anything ever was. It was almost comical, and she would have laughed were she in better spirits. She sighed and cast a glance at Reiko, ready to finish her job and go home early. Maybe some tea and a good book would make her feel better.

"Reiko-san, I-"

Haruhi blinked. Her eyes were not deceiving her, and Reiko really had abandoned her and run off to the other side of the dance floor. Haruhi moved around the couple who had taken to dancing, a very tall boy blocking her view. When he was out of the way, Haruhi got a good glimpse of Reiko, rubbing her elbow nervously and speaking to Hunny-senpai.

Hunny-senpai…

"Wait," Haruhi said, her gaze going from Reiko's face to Hunny-senpai's hand, where that pink Life Thread hung. It was like a rocket going off in Haruhi's head. "That's right! I completely forgot about Hunny-senpai, he's…"

He was taking Reiko's hands in his, smiling warmly at her. Reiko's face flushed, arms going low around his neck while his went to her waist. His lack of height posed an issue, but they overcame it well and soon he was leading her in a slow dance, the two looking deep into each other's eyes as their Life Threads glowed brightly.

"Not long now…" Ozzie muttered.

Haruhi's eyes snapped to him.

"Are you saying they are Destined Loves?" she furiously demanded. "Reiko and Hunny-senpai? What about Tamaki? You said he was her Destined Love."

"No, I didn't," Ozzie said curtly. "You did."

"Well then, why didn't you correct me?"

"I couldn't."

"Why?"

"Oh come on, Haruhi," Ozzie shouted exasperatedly. "This isn't hard to figure out. You already pretty much have! For the love of God, it's right in front of your face. It has always been right in front of your face."

Haruhi's mouth opened, jaw hanging as no words came out. She wanted badly to arguing further, wrangle a straight answer out of him for once. Unconsciously, she brought a hand to her head and rubbed it hard. Then she let go.

And looked at her hand.

Haruhi traced every curve of her fingers with great care, stopping at the ring finger, running down the length of it where she could see nothing. There wasn't nothing, though, she knew that now. Her Life Thread was there, the one Life Thread she couldn't see.

"Oh…"

Out of her sight, Ozzie's anger faded and his mouth curled into a smile.

On stage, Tamaki played his song passionately, it grew louder and his voice stronger. When it was over, Haruhi could barely move, and when his eyes found hers, it was like she was burning. She bit down on her lip, hard enough that she might've drawn blood. Everyone stopped and applauded as Tamaki stood for his bow and then exited the stage. Haruhi found herself moving after him, never once letting him out of her sight.

He walked away from the dance floor, from the garden, all the way passed Nekozawa and Renge's tree to one in the very corner of the courtyard, right next to the street. Haruhi slowed as she neared him. His back was to her and he was resting against the tree with his arms crossed over his chest. If he was as nervous as she was, he was hiding it. She took steady steps, raising a hand to rest on his shoulder. At her touch, he stiffened for a moment, then relaxed and turned around. He wasn't smiling, but his eyes sparkled. He looked so handsome, and Haruhi couldn't look away if she wanted to.

"How was that?" he asked. "I've always really liked that song, and I thought it was perfect for how I feel about you."

She stared silently, and he began to ramble.

"I don't think it's enough, though. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to properly show how much I love you because… I really love everything about you, Haruhi. I love your personality, I love how you never go along with anyone and do your own thing… I'm even starting to love those frumpy clothes of yours, because as much as I'd love to see you dress fashionably, they're all very you."

His hands found her face, long fingers resting with feather light force and rubbing the smooth skin. Haruhi thought she might've cried, but no longer had the urge to. She actually felt like doing something much different. If Tamaki kept this up, she just might not be able to stop herself.

"And I'm sorry I didn't realize it sooner, but I think I've been falling for you since the day we met. Knowing now that you feel the same way, I don't think there's a man alive who feels the kind of joy I do right now. I just want to be with you always and-"

He was stopped short, because right in the middle of all that, Haruhi lost control of herself, and she laughed. She laughed long and loud with abandon, not a care in the world if anyone heard her or anyone saw her. What did it matter if someone witnessed this, what did anyone else but the two of them matter right now?

Tamaki was clearly confused, and maybe a little terrified that his romantic confession was being rejected or something. That just made her laugh harder. He could be so thick sometimes.

"Haruhi, what are you laughing at?" he asked, more like demanded.

Haruhi shook her head, raising a hand to silence him and taking deep, calming breaths. When it all died away, Haruhi took hold of his wrists, wrenching them away from her face.

"Tamaki-senpai," she said. "Please do me a favor and stop talking."

"Huh?"

Haruhi stood straight, and when that wasn't enough, on her tip-toes. If only he wasn't so tall, this would be easy. She didn't stop for a second, for fear of losing her nerve or coming back to her sense. Tamaki made a little sound in the back of his throat when she pressed their lips together. He was surprised by her forwardness, Haruhi was surprised at herself. She wouldn't stop, though. There was no going back now.

Tamaki would soon relax, and wrap his arms around her waist in a strong grip she had no hope of escaping, not that she wanted to. His kiss her back with a ferocity that almost made Haruhi swoon, but she held on and gave just as good as she got. Their hands stayed in place, though they were close to moving. Maybe later when they were alone.

And while the two of them expressed let everything out in their kiss, Ozzie felt a deep sense of satisfaction. The pink Life Threads they each bore were stationary, but then they started to glow and move towards each other. Ozzie grinned when they connected, and a deep red spread from the middle in both directions, forever covering the pink.

"Job well done," he said.

He fell back and rested his arms beneath his head, looking to the sky as a cool wind blew.

Today couldn't have been a nicer day.

Haruhi felt like she was walking on air when she opened her apartment door and stepped inside.

She dropped her things by the door and shed her coat and went to the kitchen for something cool to drink, and she never enjoyed such menial tasks so much in her life. It seemed like no matter what she did, it would make her happy. She was bursting with excitement and joy from all the way to the tips of her fingers, which were still twitching in the aftermath

She hadn't wanted to part with Tamaki so soon, not after the whirlwind ride they'd just gone on, but the party wasn't over yet and they were needed. Haruhi was certain Kyoya-senpai would find something else to add to her debt if she didn't get back fast. And so they had reluctantly separated, Tamaki making sure to leave behind one more searing kiss, a promise of more to come later.

Haruhi's lips tingled even now, hours later. She drank down a steaming cup of coffee as fast as the heat would allow and carried it into the living room, where Ozzie waited on his armchair with his feet up on the coffee table. Haruhi couldn't even be mad about it.

"Someone's in a good mood," Ozzie said in sing-song.

Haruhi silently drank more of her coffee and then set the empty cup down. She threw herself back on the couch, sinking into cushions that suddenly felt much softer than usual. She didn't speak when Ozzie chuckled loudly and got up. He took two long strides and flopped down on the couch beside her, taking her hand and shaking it vigorously.

"Let me just be the first to congratulate you on a job well done," he said. "We had some rough patches, but I think you've really come into your own as a Cupid. It's too bad I can't let you keep the job."

Haruhi tilted her head towards him. "Wouldn't that leave you out of work?"

Ozzie's face fell. "On second thought, forget I said anything."

"Deal," Haruhi answered, not feeling the need to drag out the jokes any further. There was another, more pressing matter at hand. "So what happens now?"

"Now that Valentine's Day is over?" Ozzie asked, grabbing the bowl of hard candies Haruhi's dad kept around and popping one of them into his mouth. "I think that should be obvious. I take those powers back and we go on our merry way. I've got my job and you've got your school and your new boyfriend and a ton of other teenager stuff to do… You know, just the usual."

A loud crunching ripped through the air, making Haruhi flinch. Ozzie hadn't even let the candy melt a little before chewing it up. He moved it around in his mouth for a while, the pieces going from one cheek to the other. He swallowed, and then reached for another.

"I was talking more about your healing," Haruhi said. "How's that coming along?"

"What healing?" Ozzie asked.

It couldn't be said who realized what had been said first. Haruhi's eyes went wide in tantamount with Ozzie's. His jaw went unhinged, the hard candy kept from falling only by his tongue while Haruhi pointedly refused to look there.

"What was that?" she asked slowly.

Ozzie's mouth opened wider, nothing coming out besides a sort of hissing sound. It would mix with a droning 'uhhh' at some point, but by then Haruhi's eyes were on the wing. It was no longer bent, but perfectly straight with no sign that it had been injured at all. The feathers where aligned and it appeared none where missing. They weren't the same pure white all the way across the board. It was such a flawless healing job, Haruhi wasn't even sure it had been the right wing he had broken. Maybe it was the left after all.

Or maybe she should be getting angry right now.

Springing to her feet, Haruhi rounded on Ozzie, doing just that without a hint of mercy.

"You've been lying to me this whole time, haven't you?"

Ozzie got up as well, slower and with more subdued movements. He put up his hands, holding them steady in the air as Haruhi continued to seethe.

"Were you ever really hurt at all?" she demanded.

"Yes, I was," Ozzie said, slightly indignant. "I got some awful bruising thanks to that fall. It hurt in ways you can't even begin to understand."

"But it wasn't something you needed days to fix."

A beat, then Ozzie hung his head. "Ah… no. No, it was pretty much healed by the second day…"

"And you still made me do your job for you all this time," Haruhi was on the move now, pacing back and forth while Ozzie's eyes followed her movements. "I don't understand. Are you just lazy? Do you just pick up random people every year to do your work or-"

She stopped. Ozzie's head was slightly bent, and he looked up at her expectantly, his foot tapping in time with his breathing. He didn't seem at all afraid anymore, quite the opposite in fact. He was collected and calm while Haruhi's mind went into overdrive trying to figure everything out. Somewhere in the tangled mess of knots that were her thoughts, a brief moment from that morning found it's way to the forefront. All of a sudden, everything came together, and Haruhi's whole body went numb.

"Ozzie," she said tentatively. "Remember earlier today when I asked about any failures you might have had, and you mentioned this one couple you had a lot of trouble getting together?"

His answer was a long silence, and that was all Haruhi needed.

"Oh God…" she muttered, her voice dripping with irritation.

Ozzie, who had regained himself, shrugged. "Boy, you sure hit the nail on the head."

Haruhi glared at him.

"Don't give me that look," said the now affronted Ozzie. He got to his feet as well. "It's not my fault you two are- were completely oblivious. I tired every trick in the book to make you guys see it and you never did. It got to a point where I felt like taking a giant mallet, writing YOU ARE IN LOVE in big, fat letters, and then smacking you both over the head with it until you got it!"

"So you planned all of this," Haruhi said breathily. "Your injury and making me your substitute, all those people we set up together."

"Actually, that last one wasn't really me," Ozzie said matter-of-factly. "I mean, I had no control over what couples we encountered, so all the work you did was all on you… but yes, everything else I planned."

"Just to bring me and Tamaki-senpai together." Haruhi shook her head. "I don't believe this."

Ozzie brought a hand to his neck, sheepishly rubbing the back while Haruhi's penetrating eyes continued to burn through his defenses. His shoulders went up again, slower this time.

"Hey, come on," he said. "I did it to help you two, you especially. I think this has been good for you, you've learned a lot, right?"

Haruhi's scowl softened, much as she didn't want it to. It was far easier to stay angry at Ozzie than admit that he had a point. The more she thought about it, in fact, the more she realized how much… better she felt now, and not just because of the obvious. Valentine's Day had always been something she approached with pure indifference, but now she'd seen the other side of it, the genuine side.

It wasn't so bad a day, she supposed.

With a sigh, Haruhi stepped closer to Ozzie. "I don't like being tricked, but I guess that's true."

"Thatta girl!" Ozzie said, gathering Haruhi in his arms before she could protest and hugging her tight. "Boy, we've had some good times these last few days."

Haruhi craned her neck up painfully to free her mouth.

"Never thought I'd get used to having a little voice in my ear all the time," she said.

"Well, at least I keep things interesting," Ozzie said. "Some of those classes you take, my God. And I thought the Academy was awful."

Haruhi rolled her eyes, but there wasn't a hint of anger or even annoyance to it. To Ozzie's clear surprise, Haruhi pulled up her arms to hug him back, smiling lightly and closing her eyes.

"What's this for?" Ozzie asked.

"For everything," Haruhi answered. "For making me do this work and helping me and Tamaki-senpai… and because, amazingly enough, I think we actually became friends somewhere down the line."

Ozzie went stiff for a moment, his expression unreadable when Haruhi opened her eyes again. Her brow knitted in confusion, had she sad something wrong? Then he gave a soft smile of his own, but it did little to put Haruhi at ease. He moved away from her, staying close enough, though, to take hold of her by the shoulders. He slowly shook his head.

"I'm really going to miss you, Haruhi," he said.

'Oh right,' she thought. 'Now that his job is done, he's leaving.'

Haruhi felt a stab of sadness. She never thought that idea would make her feel so down.

"Yeah, I'll miss you too," she said.

A soft chuckle that exposed Ozzie's pearly white teeth escaped his lips.

"No, you won't," he said in a playful tone.

Haruhi gave him a look of reassurance. "What are you talking about? Of course I will!"

"No, Haruhi." His reply was fast, too fast, and he had lost all traces of humor from his face, leaving only a cold seriousness behind. "You really won't."

Haruhi opened her mouth again to say something, but Ozzie's hand was faster. It flew to her forehead, his finger moving back and forth between her eyes. They went dull and her body limp. Ozzie grabbed her thin waist, face full of regret, and kept her upright as the magic seeped into her mind.

"I'm sorry," he said to her prone form. "I don't want to do this. You were right, Haruhi, we are friends, and that's why this is so hard. I took a big risk, revealing myself to you and giving you my power. The rule is ironclad: no human is to know of our existence, no exceptions. No exceptions at all…"

The spell completed, and Haruhi's eyes fluttered closed. Ozzie hoisted her into the air, crossing to her bedroom and sliding the door open with his boot.

"Don't worry, you'll still remember all the important stuff. Tamaki and everything you've learned. It's just me you're forgetting. That's not so bad, right?"

He kneeled, careful not to jostle her too much, and laid her flat on the futon. She instinctively curled up from the cool air, and Ozzie pulled a think blanket over her. Haruhi calmed immediately, her breaths evening out as Ozzie watched over her.

"I'll come back and check in on you from time to time, okay? You won't see me, but I promise I'll be there," he smirked in spite of himself. "Who knows? I may end matching your kids with their Destined Loves someday. I'm definitely keeping an eye out for them when the time comes."

He was at the door now, half in and half out, unwilling to leave so soon but knowing he had no choice. Haruhi slept, dreaming happy dreams of the wonderful days ahead of her, no doubt. Ozzie flicked his eyes to the clock, her father would be back any minute now and he didn't have invisibility on. He took one last, long look at her.

At Haruhi.

His most challenging job.

His friend.

He gave a sigh.

"Goodbye, Haruhi."

He began to pull the door shut, getting it mere inches away from the frame before suddenly throwing it open again.

"Oh! Almost forgot," he said. "If you were looking for some last minute gift ideas for Tamaki, he likes Chocolate Truffles. Just a suggestion."

Ozzie closed the door for real now with a click. His silhouette against the papery material grew small in time with his loud footfalls, vanishing into thin air when he was halfway to the front entrance. Haruhi rolled over in her sleep, muttering something unintelligible under her breath as the front door slammed shut.

She slept on.

A/N: There will be a short epilogue to wrap everything up posted tomorrow. I'd like to thank you all for following this story to the end with me. It's been a joy to write, and hopefully to read as well. I'll have more to say about it tomorrow, I just wanted to get that out there.

On a side note, the song Tamaki sings for Haruhi in this chapter is 'Everything I Do (I Do It For You)' by Bryan Adams. I picked it because I've always thought that if Tamaki were going to romantically serenade Haruhi, that would be the song he'd use. It just sounds so much like him. Give it a listen to see what I mean.

Once again, thank you all, and I'll see you tomorrow. ;)