The world moved on, as it always did, regardless to the people and the flow of time. Or rather timed flowed on, never stopping, trapping those who tried to make it stop in confusion and unbearable pain. For these reasons she'd packed up her things and moved away from America, where she had a thriving law practice, back in with her father in hopes of providing a safe home for her unborn child. And maybe, though she'd never admit it, to be closer to the child's father. In spirit at least.
Tenderly she rubbed her stomach where his child had kicked. A girl, definitely, way too mischievous to be a boy. Smiling to herself she leaned against the crumbly stone gate, not accounting for the weight she'd gained over the last few months. Within seconds the weather beaten structure gave way and Haruhi felt air rush against her back. She squeezed her eyes shut tight and braced herself for the imminent impact. The whole of 3 seconds felt like an eternity, the whole time one thought ricocheting through her mind, "My baby, Dear God, Please protect her!"
When the impact never occurred she curiously opened an eye, only to wonder if she was in heaven. Cat-like amber eyes peered down into hers, filled with amusement, wisdom, and maybe could it be panic masked heavily by concern. An angular face, framed by what seemed to be fire, but he...he died.
Who died? Who's the man that stopped her fall? R&R