If you limit your choices only to what seems possible or reasonable, you disconnect yourself from what you truly want, and all that is left is compromise

When we pulled up to the elementary school, they had just let out. I burst out of the car and headed into the swarm of children. Tamaki followed and was soon at my side. A little boy, about 8 years old, ran up and attached onto my leg. That was my nephew, Antonio. He was tan, with light brown hair and warm chocolatey eyes. He was a total cutie pie. And you could tell he was going to grow up to be quite the handsome man. Then, a small girl, Mariza, of about 5 ran into my arms. She looked identical to me, save for her hair being brown. I picked her up and looked at Tamaki, who was looking at me with wide eyes and some kind of pink color on his cheeks. He was mumbling to himself and I raised an eyebrow at him.

"What was that?" I asked him. His face got redder, and redder, and redder until finally.

"SO CUTEEEEE" He picked up my small frame and twirled around and around, making me dizzy.

The two children were giggling and pointing at us, when Tamaki finally put me down, I had to grab onto his arm until the world stopped spinning. Then I spoke.

"Tamaki, This is Antonio and Mariza, my niece and nephew." I introduced them. He immediately stooped down to shake their tiny hands.

I walked inside and got Sophia, the baby. She was two, a little baby ham, she loved me to death. And was always attached to me. When I walked back out with her Tamakis face got all red again. "Tamaki, this is Sophia." I turned to Sophia. "Say hi." She smiled real big, and her blue eyes sparkled.

"Hii" She said, with her baby Georgia drawl. She was just so cute. She then held her arms out for Tamaki to hold her. Which he did with great enthusiasm.

We walked back to his car and he dropped me off. I must have thanked him about a million times. For the ride. But all he responded with was that it was 'a gentle mans job'.

He was so weird. Sweet, and charming, but weird.

The next day I went to school and had some weird stares from the girls. And the guys too. I was wearing a simple white dress and wedges. Nothing crazy. It wasn't until I was in my homeroom when I was finally confronted.

"I saw you with Tamaki after the club yesterday. What were you guys doing?" one girl asked. She had short, russet hair and blue eyes. I could tell everyone was listening, so I just shrugged.

"We didn't really do anything. He just took me home. I was going to be late for...my appointment if he didn't take me." I stated. "He was just being a gentleman."

They nodded. "You don't like him, do you?" She asked.

I blinked. "I mean. I think he's all right. I'm not here to like anyone. I'm here to dance."

She, and several others, sighed in apparent relief. Which made me wonder just how many hearts would be broken once these boys graduated next year.

Later on, as in, at the end of my day, since my day was uneventful. I was in my dance block. I was working on choreography by myself, since I had to show the teacher I was capable of it. It was a test. And my dance was a solo dance, I put on the music and stood in the middle of the room in my starting pose.

In those discouraging days I always missed the mark
When we were comfort and close I would neglect to keep
You safe and unexposed, a portrait of time repeats
This moment now replaced when an empty wish
To give, I give, I gave

Amidst my jazz runs and ball changes and twirls and leaps, I never even noticed when I had an audience.

Now in your absence I wade
Through the coursing, lonely lost
And in this tragic dismay
I never could believe what I became

I slid across the floor and rolled, and curled before I leaped and twirled in the air. I was in the zone, so into the song and my movements that I couldn't even tell you my entire plan. Just that I was feeling the music. This song was so me right now.

I gave my everything for all the wrong things
In this cold reality I made this selfish war machine
Oh, this has become Hell
How can I share this life with someone else?
I promise you
There is no weight that can bury us
Beneath the ghosts of all my guilt
Here in the dark side of me

The song ended, and as the music faded I wound up in the pose I started in. When the clapping started, I jumped, startled, and nearly screamed. I looked up to see Tamaki, Honey, and Mori standing there clapping furiously.

"You were so good Mia-chan!" Honey said, Tamaki nodded in agreement.

"Yeah." Mori said in agreement.

I rubbed the back of my neck. "Well, dance is the main reason I'm here." I said.

"What was that song?" Tamaki asked. "It was so...haunting."

"It's called Dark Side Of Me. It's by Coheed and Cambria." I stated. I grabbed my bottle of blue Gatorade and took a sip of it.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the day. I ran into the changing room after a quick 'see you in a minute.' I changed back into my dress and wedges and ran a brush through my long hair before running out of the changing room. Tamaki was still standing there. I grabbed my bag and put my CD back in the case before walking over to him.

"Can I help you?" I asked. Tamaki just shook his head and smiled.

"I was just going to escort you to the club." Tamaki said. I put my bag aver my shoulder and smiled brightly.

"That's real sweet of you." I said brightly.

We walked in silence most of the way there. When we walked in Tamaki went right over to his girls and I wandered over to Kyoya side. He didn't seem to have anyone near him today.

"Hello." He said coolly, barely sparing me a glance.

"Hey." I said, offering him a big smile.

"Can I interest you in something over here?" He asked, not rudely, just out of curiosity.

"I just..saw you weren't with anyone today. I thought I would keep you company." I said.

"Ah." Now he looked at me, with a cool, studying gaze. "You go to my family's psychical therapy treatment center, right? Mia Caldwell?"

I blinked owlishly at him, then rubbed my thigh, where a scar was healing. Remember when I said I had found my family dead? Well, He was still in the house. And after giving me his souvenir, he left with a promise.

"I'll be back, sweet girl." His deep voice rumbled, a kick into my stomach made me inhale sharply. "I'll be back to take you. So say goodbye to whats left of your miserable shit family, the next time you'll see them is when your dead."

I shuddered, I was thousands of miles away from him now. I was alright. I nodded at Kyoya. "Yes, I do." I smiled. "You're family employs wonderful therapists. I've never healed so fast before." I rubbed my leg again, right over the raised, puckered skin of the scar.

"Yes, well. You're circumstances were serious. We weren't sure if you would fully recover." Kyoya smirked. "You're not pushing yourself are you?" he asked.

I shook my head. The only pushing I was doing was pushing my past out of the door. I was in Japan, at the school my parents always wanted me at. The man of my nightmares was far, far behind me.