A/N: Please enjoy

Chapter 13

"Darling, are you sure you want this?" Haruhi looked up from her suitcase with a carefully placed smile at her father.

"It's a great opportunity." She felt hollow inside, her father had been pressing her about this new chance for many weeks, but she'd always pushed it off. She'd missed him and the host club to much if she left. But now, it was the best thing she could do for everyone, including her.

"Did something happen at school?" Her father was at first pleased to hear she'd finally agreed, but something was nagging at him.

"It's a great opportunity, I want to go." She smiled at her father and he finally sighed and flipped his long hair back.

"If that is what my baby really wants. Then good luck. I'll be back later tonight to take you to the airport." He came forward hugged her small frame and kissed her cheek.

"Bye dad." Haruhi waved from the door way till he was far from sight.

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Tamaki was shocked to see Haruhi packing when he dropped by that afternoon. Her suitcase was sitting by the front door and another bag was being packed still in her room. The door had been slightly ajar, as if Haruhi had known he would appear.

"What is going on Haruhi?" His face drained of color as he saw her back bent over in defeat to the suitcase.

"I'm leaving, I'm sorry I didn't tell you. It was decided today after school." She turned, a hollow smile on her beautiful face. Tamaki stood in the door way his hands clenching painfully into fists.

"All because of Kyouya? All of this for him?" He shouted. Haruhi watched him levelly; she'd known he would want to make sure she was ok. She knew he'd drop by. She knew he would do this. Walking carefully forward she stretched out her arms and hugged the shaking blonde teen.

"I'm sorry Senpai. It will be a great opportunity for me." She squeezed him tight and nuzzled her head against his chest, hiding her tears from his caring eyes.

"Oh, Haruhi." Tamaki moaned falling to his knees, dragging her down with him. He clutched her to him and stared up at the ceiling the sting behind his eyes forcibly held back.

"Where exactly are you going my dear?" He ran his fingers through her short chocolate hair absently knowing it would always be too far.

"America."