A/N: Here is the next chapter. I have a feeling this is going to be a short story so don't worry about be disappearing without finishing it.
Haruhi was exhausted. She had been walking for at least an hour; at least that is what it felt like because it was hard to tell with nothing to help tell the time. Her feet had blisters from the scorching sand and she could feel her skin burning. Who the hell left her in this kind of place in the middle of nowhere with no clothes. When she got her hands on whoever did this to her she was going to make sure they suffer a painful death. Of course it didn't help that sun never seemed to freaking move from its zenith. She wanted to cry, but she was so dried out there was no water left to produce them; she wasn't even sweating. She felt like a lobster in the oven mixed with the looks of a prune.
Another half ten minutes of walking and she finally saw something in the distance, sighing with relief she picked up her pace as much as she could. With every step toward the object Haruhi's heart fell. She recognized the object of course; the fucking pool. She fell to her knees near the fence and sobbed although no tear came. She felt like screaming, but she didn't have the energy left. Crawling over the fence she went straight into the pool for the relief she sought from the heat. Not bothering to go slow and soak herself, she jumped in covering her whole body.
Haruhi was depressed and she knew Tamaki was starting to notice. She didn't want to go to school and face the host club, to face another tender moment between Kyouya and Akane. Her jealousy was killing her and she didn't want to feel the way she did. She wanted to love Tamaki; she wanted to forget Kyouya's body on top of hers when they went to the beach. Tamaki was always there for her, when she was scarred of the thunder storm he was there to hold her, so why did she lust after another? Determined to escape the darkness she kept dragging herself into she accepted Tamaki's proposal. She let him fuss over her and when she was finally able to sleep with him she cried in the bathroom for hours while he slept. The hole she was in seemed to get deeper and deeper ready to swallow her and never let her resurface. She tried to love Tamaki, much to Hikaru's disappointment. It's been a year since graduation and she still pictured Kyouya as the one making love to her in the night. She was sure Tamaki had noticed and he was trying to help but every time he tried to talk to her about it she would get angry. Kyouya and Akane planned to marry next month and as each day passed it felt like another nail in Haruhi's coffin of despair. Every time she and Tamaki visited the Ootori house hold she had to medicate herself so she could have a decent time with no one figuring out her feelings. She hated that she resorted to drug use just to get through seeing Kyouya love someone that wasn't her but she needed to be happy for them; she needed to act normal. Tamaki would stay close to her during these visits, which she was grateful for; concentrating on his touches helped keep her in balance, while still breaking her heart knowing that she couldn't love him.
Haruhi climbed out of the pool as quickly as she could. She could feel her heart clenching at the memories of not being able to love someone who loved her with his whole being. She played out the first time she made love to him. She was so shaken because she didn't want Tamaki to find out she didn't truly love him as she did Kyouya. Terrified he would leave her behind because she deceived him. Why was her heart so stupid?
She sat down on the chair she a woken from and rested her eyes. She had been walking for hours only to get nowhere and she was so tired, mentally of course because the water in the pool seemed to reset her system. She flipped over to her stomach so that the sun was not shining in her eyes. Closing them she wished for nothing more than the darkness of dreamless sleep, but of course even that was not within her reach.
It was the day of the wedding and she really had to dope herself up to get through the day. Tamaki thought it was prescribed drugs for her depression, he didn't know the truth. Sitting in church, she clutched to Tamaki's hand, stoking his knuckles and leaned onto his shoulder. Tamaki was delighted to see her so affectionate and smiled like a fool throughout the ceremony. During the reception Haruhi danced with Tamaki all night and avoided Kyouya like the plague. She even avoided his line of sight, when she saw the new couple making their rounds to greet everybody she escaped into the bathroom to wait it out. She was being a coward, but it was Kyouya's special day and she would not ruin it by him figuring out her feelings. The rest of the night passed in peace and when they got home Haruhi jumped Tamaki out of desperation and they made love like never before. Later, Tamaki proposed to her at their two year anniversary.
She drank a lot that night trying to smother her aching heart. She wished she had her drugs on her to help her through the night. Of course she said yes to Tamaki, but that didn't mean she truly fell in love with him and seeing his elated face when she accepted made her want to die.
Haruhi woke with a start, only to cringe when she felt the burning pain on her back. She didn't know how long she had been asleep, but it was long enough to give her sunburn that had blisters. She knew going back into the pool would get rid of the pain, but it would also bring the memories. She cringed as she walked to the edge of the pool; she looked up to the sky before jumping in. The sun was still high I the sky, mocking her in her pain.
A/N: Alright that is it for the second chapter hope you enjoyed or at least liked it since it is not a happy story. Review and tell me what you think.