Kamiko's mind nagged at her the next morning. She felt anxious and miserable, as if something awful had happened. She sat up in bed, opening the top drawer of her bedside table, and began digging under notebooks, paper, albums and pens, until she came upon the now crumpled picture of Haruhi and Tamaki.

They were the only ones in the picture, smiling brightly. His arm was slung over her small shoulders. Kamiko looked at it thoughtfully, wishing things could have been like this for her; being so happy with that one special someone.

Now she felt bad for doing that to Tamaki. For trying to keep him from the one he loved… but she still had a deep hatred for Haruhi. She wandered off to his room to return the picture, and apologize, thinking that he would still be there. But when she opened the door, no one was there. All of his personal belongings were gone…

"He left. He really left..." She thought with disbelief, as tears streamed silently down her cheeks.

He had left her to be with the one he really loved.

"Tamaki?" Haruhi asked, looking at the tall figure in the doorway.

"Are you really Tamaki?" The figure stepped close enough for her to see. She could recognize that blonde hair and those violet eyes anywhere.

"Yes," he replied, pulling her into his arms. For a second, Haruhi was too dumbfounded to do anything.

She was actually sort of happy, to see him after so long. But her amazement was soon replaced by anger. She pulled away from him, and the dam that had held her overflowing emotions since the day he had left them seven years ago, crumbled.

"What are you doing here?!" she screamed, pushing him away from her. "You think you can waltz in here after seven years, as if nothing has changed?!"

"You think you can come back here, after leaving all of us like that?"

"After all you put me through?" she asked, tears welling in her brown eyes.

"After breaking my heart?"

Tears began to roll down her cheeks, and felt his heart drop, guilt staining his features.

"Haruhi, I'm so sorry." He began apologizing, on the verge of crying himself. "I thought it was for the be—"

But Haruhi interrupted him.

"Stop it Tamaki!" she yelled, refusing to listen, pushing him away from her. "Stop trying to apologize when you're the reason!"

"Just please," she pleaded, her voice breaking. "Leave me alone."

She couldn't take it. She couldn't take this. This was too sudden for her. He just poofed out of no where after seven whole years, as if nothing had happened. It was too confusing. All kinds of questions hit her. Why is he here? What does he want? There were too many mixed emotions, and with no thought at all, she raced out the open doorway.

"Haruhi, wait!" he yelled, as he ran after her, trying to keep track of her through the heavy rain. "Please!"

She ran as fast as she could, ignoring his desperate calls. Her mind raced.

"Why? How? What?"

"What does he need from me? The girl he apparently didn't care leaving behind?"

Then suddenly, her vision blurred, and only moments after—in the midst of it all—the world turned black.