It had been a week since the social event. A week since I found out about Adrian seeing another girl. Somehow I was nowhere near as sad about it, but the more I thought about it the more obvious it seemed. He'd been acting weirdly for several weeks and I guess I knew it was coming to an end. It still hurt though, especially with how it ended. I had decided a couple of days earlier that I wanted to go to the club and experience what happened there without worrying about Adrian disapproving. I sat with the girls around René once again, and once again he would slip in the occasional comment in French. Though most of the girls couldn't understand the compliments they still swooned, probably to do with French being the language of love.
Once club hours were over I watched the students file out of the gates while what was left of the host club had a meeting. Their voices reached my ears but I still didn't know what they were saying except for recognizing the occasional name. It was oddly relaxing. I wouldn't say I was really friends with any of them except René and maybe Mori. It always seemed to be Mori that I stayed by when I was dragged along on group outings, though they'd become less frequent as there had been a couple more dinners for various charities.
About half an hour later the meeting concluded and I noticed Haruhi take René off to the side, a troubled look on her face. The twins had already left after teasing me lightly for not knowing their language and Kyoya seemed to just be waiting for us so he could lock up the room. I could hear René and Haruhi's voiced but not only were they speaking Japanese, but they were hushed so I wouldn't have been able to understand anyway. Finally Haruhi turned and left the room leaving a shocked looking René behind. Kyoya didn't seem to have noticed being to busy writing something in the black book of his. Walking up to René I gently touched his arm, unsure of how he'd react. His face was just sort of... Blank. "René? What is it?"
"She... I lost her..." His gaze fell on me, something I couldn't place burning in his eyes. "And it's all your fault." His tone was firm, shocking me and making me flinch back. With that he left, leaving me to hurry after him.
He didn't look at me on the way home, or once we got there, and he went straight to his room and didn't come out. "René, what do you mean?" I whispered to myself as I sat on my bed. Considering the few words he'd said to me I could easily guess that Haruhi had broken up with him, but why was it my fault? What could I have possibly done to cause that? It's not like I wanted to marry him in the first place. We'd even worked out a way to keep them together... Standing up with new fire in my heart I pulled my boots back on and hurried down to the entrance. Haruhi's place was about a ten minute drive so that would mean about an hour of walking; I could do that. As I walked out of the estate I pulled my hair up into a pony tail, only my vibrantly coloured bangs hanging loose. Hoping I was still as fit as I had been I started to jog, heavy footsteps thumping on the ground as I went. I didn't care if I ended up with shin splints again, it had happened enough times that I was used to it by now. The wind licked at my bare arms as I ran, why couldn't I have worn a jumper or something today? But then, crop tops and military vests are more comfortable. After a couple of block my breathing started to get more laboured but I couldn't stop, I had to get to her apartment.
I managed to get about half way there before having to stop and walk the rest of the way. Running had never been my strong point, but I had improved drastically over the years, especially since it seemed I could now job fifteen minutes non stop. Soon enough I walked by the park I had gotten lost at and frowned determinedly; I had to find out why she had left him. My breathing had evened out in the half hour it had taken me to get there and I could only hope my face was no longer bright red. Spotting her complex just down the road I started jogging again; it was going to start getting dark soon.
"Haruhi!" I called out, knocking mercilessly on her apartment door. Her father, Ranka, opened the door looking gorgeous in a red dress. He seemed a bit surprised to see me but called Haruhi to the door anyway. As she turned into the foyer she froze, a glare crossing her face. "What are you doing here?" She asked in English. Taking a deep breath I looked her in the eye, a stony expression on my face. "Why?" During this exchange Ranka had left the complex. Haruhi walked forward, right up to the door and held it tightly, her knuckles turning white. "Go away, Odessa-san." The door slammed shut in my face. Angry tears welled up in my eyes, my shoulders shook and I hit the door with my fist. "Don't give me that bullshit Fujioka! He fucking loves you, how could you do this to him!?" The Ukrainian burst from me, knowing that she wouldn't have listened anyway. I dragged myself from the door to the stairs outside her neighbour's home. "What could possibly have made her do this?" It made no sense; she obviously loved him, and he would do anything for her.
