Title: Simple Words
Word: Memory
Request by: Xx Tohru xXx Seraphina xX
(Okay every one, before I begin I just wanted to say I am going through all the reviews to find any words I may have missed and trying to get to some I should have gotten to a long time ago. But if your request hasn't come up yet, be assured that I will get to it as soon as possible. School is starting for me again soon so things may be going a little slow at first. And thank you every one for the reviews so full of encouragement. They just keep me going. Now onto the story. The song by the way is Memory by Sugarcult. I absolutely love it too.)
This may never start. We could fall apart. And I'd be your memory.
Lost your sense of fear. Feelings insincere. Can I be your memory?
Haruhi sighed as she heard the door to her office click shut. Her last client for the day had finally left and the pounding headache in her head wasn't getting any weaker. She rested her forehead in her hand before straighing up and opening the last drawer of her desk. She grabbed her water bottle (she always left a few in the fridge) and opened the bottle of asprin. As she returned the asprin bottle to its drawer and as Haruhi forcefully closed the drawer, some thing slammed against it. Haruhi opened it once more and took a look inside.
So get back, back, back to where we lasted. Just like I imagine. I could never feel this way. So get back, back, back to the disaster. My heart's beating faster. Holding on to feel the same.
The thing that had slammed against the walls of the drawer had been a picture frame whose glass was slightly cracked. Whether it was because of her slamming the drawer or some thing else was unsure. Haruhi hesitated before taking out the frame and lying it on her desk. It was a picture of the Host club in front of the school. And not just any old picture of the Host club, if she was right (which she knew she was) it was a picture of the last time any of them ever saw each again. It was the day Haruhi and the twins had graduated. What had it been, seven...eight years since? They had all just drifted apart some how.
This may never start. I'll tear us apart. Can I be your enemy? Losing half a year.
Waiting for you here. I'd be your anything.
Things wouldn't have ended up that way if it weren't for her. If maybe she had noticed sooner. All six members had spent their high school years in some way or another hinting at the feelings they had for each other. Sigh. She had been so oblivious all that time and it wasn't until a couple years after graduation, with the first guy she dated, that Haruhi realized how oblivious she was. All that time they had each been in love with her and without knowing it, she rejected them. Many times, she blamed herself. But how the hell was she suppose to know?! They should have just come right out and said it!
So get back, back, back to where we lasted. Just like I imagine. I could never feel this way. So get back, back, back to the disaster. My heart's beating faster. Holding on to feel the same.
Well, after all that time that had passed, there was no use in worrying about it now. They had all probably moved on by now. She had read countless articles over the past few years. Tamaki was engaged. Kyouya had married. The twins were now running their mother's business. Hunni and Mori...well there wasn't much about them. Just that they had opened their own dojo together and later moved overseas. And well, Haruhi had done what she always wanted. She studied her butt off and became a lawyer and opened her own practice. But at times, she missed them all. No idea how many times she had phoned only to barely miss them or to learn their number had changed.
This may never start. Tearing out my heart. I'd be your memory. Lost your sense of fear.
(I'd be your memory) Feelings disappear. Can I be your memory?
Eight years. It seemed like forever now, since the last time she had even thought about them. Sure after graduation they had all kept in touch for a while. They had e-mailed, called, made plans. Sadly, those plans to meet were never carried out. Some thing always seemed to come up, mainly with her it seemed. Why hadn't she came through with those plans to see the twins on the weekends, or Tamaki on the holidays? She had never really been busy, just always said she was. What stopped her? Had she perhaps just wanted to put things back the way they had been before she met the host club now that she didn't owe them any thing?
So get back, back, back to where we lasted. Just like I imagine. I could never feel this way. So get back, back, back to the disaster. My heart's beating faster. Holding on to feel the same.
The countless e-mails and letters she had ignored because she was too busy and told herself she would get to later when she had the time but never did. The calls she never took because she was in a hurry to get to class, to court, or a meeting. Her father had kept in touch with Kyouya for a while. He had even invited him over for the holidays a couple of times. Her dad had always adored him. But after a couple years he seemed to just disappear too, along with every one else.
Haruhi sighed sadly and put the picture back in the drawer and hesitated before closing it. After a moment, she took it out of the drawer again and placed on the desk right next to her computer. There, much better. She really couldn't remember how it had ended up in there in the first place. Haruhi picked up her purse and told her secretary she would be leaving for the day and that she was free to leave as well. The machine could pick up the messages for the night.
This may never start. We could fall apart and I'd be your memory. Lost your sense of fear. Feelings insincere. Can I be your memory? Can I be your memory?
Rather than go to the store for some groceries to make dinner and then head home, Haruhi drove around the city not really sure where she was going. One street lead to another and that one to another until some how, that last streets lead her to the gates of Ouran High School. It was just like she remembered it, only now it seemed haunted by the memories of last few years. Maybe...it wasn't really her fault that they had all drifted apart. Maybe it was all their faults for not being more persistent in seeing each other. For never being able to make the time.
Haruhi leaned her head against the gate and looked up at the school. Maybe, it didn't have to continue this way. She could call them, or write to them and find a way for them to see each other again. Perhaps she could even tell him how she had felt all those years ago.
"Haruhi?"
She turned to what had once been a familiar scene. He got out of his limo and stood there looking up at the school with her.