His words were tied to the sweetest music I've ever heard but also, the most heartbreaking news. My world was frozen as I didn't know how to react to what I have been told. One part of me wanted to get up and hug him for finally having the courage to stick up for us, more importantly, himself. Although, the other half, wanted me to drop to my knees. Mother and I may have never gotten along. That was something between us two. I knew it was a vile relationship between Mother and daughter. However, despite our differences.

Father loved her.

He loved her with all his heart and it was plain to see. He may have shrunk back in fear, never stood up for himself, but at the end of the day, she was his goddess. However, I'm starting to see that he loved us too.

Hopefully, just as much as Mother.

"Really?" Seika responded to the sudden news with disbelief. It was hard to swallow. It was something we never saw coming. I'm still having a hard time believing it even though it was happening before my eyes.

He gulped like he had lead in his throat. "Yes... I can't see the pain in this family anymore." He ran a hand through his sweat-stained hair, "It's something long overdue."

Releasing my hand from his, I went to hug him. He didn't complain as I squeezed him close. I wanted to cry but this wasn't my moment.

It was his.

He needed time to come the fact of what he was doing. He was shaking slightly and his words were filled with uncertainty. I wish I could make it better for him. To make this chapter of his life easier. However, this was something he had to face. Like how I'm having to face the consequences of my actions. Unlike me, he had time to change things. To make everything better. He wasn't alone. He had me and Seika for support.

He hugged me back desperately. Hoping that what he was doing was the right thing. My words were caught in my throat, so I hoped he felt my approval through my embrace. Pulling away, I looked deep into Father's tired eyes. He had many lines on his face from stress. His skin was pale and clammy from his run to find us. Despite the imperfections that have settled on his complexion from the years, I saw the Father I had begged for. I wanted to see this man for almost all my life.

The man who finally stood up for me.

No.

Not just me.

The man who stood up to fix his family.

Many wouldn't agree that divorce is the perfect way to fix a broken household. With this situation though. I would have to disagree. Many things happened throughout my life, that something such as counseling couldn't fix us. Nothing could fix us. The only thing we could do now was move on. Try to heal our injured hearts.

"I rented a hotel for a couple days until I can find us a new apartment. It'll take some time for the divorce but I'll make sure we'll be okay." His tired green eyes landed on Seika, "We're gonna be happy. For all of us and for our new family member."

She placed her hand on her yet to show belly, "Father..." Tears formed once again in her big irises. She hugged him tightly, not wanting to let go. Once they pulled apart, he stood up with new found energy. Talking to us must have made him feel better about his decision.

"I'll have a truck come with me to get our things. Give me a moment to make the call." He excused himself outside where he pulled out his phone.

Turning my attention to my sister, I couldn't hide the smile that plastered itself on my face. It was genuine. It was wide and it was full of happiness. To anybody who heard our family conversation would surely think I was crazy. Who would smile over something like this?

That would be me.

The girl who was raised to be perfect. The girl who came to know that the only physical love she would receive was a fist or kick to her stomach. The lonely black haired girl who tried her damn hardest to be everything her mother ever wanted.

This smile was something I long waited for.

"Can you believe it?" Seika's voice broke me from my concentration. She sounded happy but also saddened. I couldn't blame her. She was actually showered by Mother's affection. She received love even if it wasn't 100% real.

I shook my head, "I really can not." I replied honestly. "But I'll trust Father."

"Everything is changing so fast." She couldn't help but sigh.

We were standing in our hotel room. It had two queen size beds that were bleach white. It had a single TV and a small bathroom. The color theme was a weird green like babies puke. What an odd color to choose when you're trying to make a guest comfortable. No one really likes the color of vomit.

Seika was currently getting some things out of her box's. Mostly just clothes to change into and her make-up. Father had to bring all the boxes up due to nowhere to put them. So the room was rather cramped. I saw my collection of small boxes in the corner. I never really did have a lot of things.

I wasn't allowed too.

Mother said I had to be someone with simple taste. Men loved girls who were simple and neat. I was already thankful for whatever I received. It would have been nice to call more things my own. I wondered over to the boxes and opened one of the wider looking ones. Peering inside, it was the kimono Oten had bought me during the festival time. It was still beautiful. I'm surprised it was still in good condition and Mother didn't ruin it with her anger. I gently returned it to the box, not wanting to ruin the fabric.

My curiosity grew. It has been some time since I've been home to go through my items. I slid another box my way and opened it to see the long red scarf Tamaki had given me what seemed like forever ago. I took it out with care, not wanting to ruin something my former angel had given me. It was still as soft as I remembered it. Why did I stop wearing this? Maybe, I was too afraid to ruin it. Rapping it around my small neck, it felt good to wear it. It felt like I was being surrounded by his arms.

I knew nothing would happen between us, but I still wanted him to be a positive memory.

He was my first friend. The person who reached out to me and made me realize the world wasn't so gray. His glowing smile and the way he made me feel was something I never wanted to forget. Oh, how I would have loved to be with him. Only if I was alive. I felt like that if I was still breathing and with a pulse, I would have the courage to try and still take him from Haruhi. I didn't have a right now. I wasn't allowed to have him. I decided to shake the thoughts from my mind. I had more important things to worry about.

Looking through more of my things. I found my notebooks, pencils, some clothes Mother had bought. It was simple things. Nothing that I had really put my heart into. This was enough looking for one day. I returned the boxes to the corner. I noticed Seika was doing the same, satisfied her things were intact. We heard the door open and saw Father slip in.

"Okay, the bill has been settled. We'll be here for about a week." He sighed, sitting down on the overly large bed, "I already have a few apartments in mind." He looked so tired... Suddenly, he perked up. "I just remembered something," He spoke. "A kid came by asking about you." His gaze landed on me.

Who was asking about me? Could it possibly be Tomo?

"He was really tall. He was asking if you were alright." He placed his callused finger to his chapped lips, "What was his name..?" He snapped his finger, proud of himself for remembering.

"His name was Takashi!"

Takashi? Why? I shot up from the carpet. "I need to go for a little while."

"We just got here." Seika pouted, obviously not wanting me to leave her.

I needed to know why Takashi followed me. I also needed to clear up this situation. I didn't want him thinking I was just some runaway who didn't want to listen to my parents.

Wait.

Why do I care if he sees me differently? Maybe... I know! With him being part of the Host club, he might also be able to help me clear up some of the rumors which would without a doubt, be floating around tomorrow at school. Satisfied with my excuse, I nodded to myself.

"I'll be gone only for a bit. I'll be back soon." I reassured her. Seika wasn't happy with me, so she decided to ignore my presence. I could only chuckle. To see her getting this way towards me was kind of cute. It was nice I was able to see this side of her.

Father smiled weakly, "Be safe."

"Of course," I waved them good-bye.

I was walking down the street near my home, looking around for any sign of the tall Host member. He was pretty easy to spot. With Takashi being tall like a tower. His dark hair had a shine to it and his often cold eyes scanning his surroundings. Even though he was often the unmoving statue in the club, he was so sweet to me. I didn't see him as a quite uncaring man, but someone who put effort into making me smile. Maybe, I was over thinking his actions.

I would like to continue thinking this way.

No one insight matched him. I was beginning to lose hope. Why am I getting dishearted? Shaking my head, I tried to clear my thoughts. You'll see him tomorrow at school. You can talk with him then. Even though, there will be rumors. I'm used to blocking other's out. It'll be a normal day. Wait... It won't be normal.

His imagine popped into my mind.

Tomo.

I've gotten so used to being with him that tomorrow wasn't going to be the same. Walking with him to school, seeing his half crooked smile. To watch him wake up in the mornings with messy hair and listen to him curse under his breath as he tried to wake up. To hear his mumbled groans as I always refused to eat his cooking and hear his laughs whenever I couldn't do something on my own. His eyes... The way they would look at me with concern. It doesn't matter anymore.

I'm going to lose all of this.

I can't return to our old ways. Seika needs me and now Father too. I can't leave them again. Tomo also want's nothing to do with me. The way he looked at me when I chose to go with Mother. I couldn't stand up for myself then. Not in front of him. Would he even want to see me anymore? What am I to do? I don't want things to end this way...

I don't want to lose him.

"Hara?" I know that deep voice anywhere. Turning around I saw Takashi looking down at me with worry. Where did he come from? Who cares. I was looking for him!

"I've been looking for you!" I couldn't keep my tone in check. Other's around us glanced with curiosity before going on their way. I gulped, realizing how loud I was.

His cheeks flushed a light pink at my declaration.

"What happened before..." I chose my words carefully, "It's not what you think." My fingers were fumbling with one another and I couldn't look him in the eyes. My feet were shifting, refusing to stay still. Stop being so shaky! It's just Takashi. He wouldn't think different of me.

He placed his large hand on my tiny shoulders, "It's okay." Was all he said. It was enough to make me stop shaking and calm down.

I smiled up at him, it was small but it was there. "Thank you..." He didn't press for details. He didn't wonder why my mother was making a scene. He didn't press for answers on what was going to happen. He was just happy I was alright. He didn't need to know all the answers to the situation and I was thankful for it. His quiet and non-pushy nature was something I liked about him.

"Would you..." He could no longer look at me. His cheeks were still pink and he too was starting to have a hard time staying still. It was by tiny movements like shifting his gaze and fixing his sleeve with his thumbs. "Want to go somewhere?" He finally managed to say. Even though so many things happened today and I should return to the Hotel. I wanted nothing more than to forget everything.

Only for a little bit.

My mood changed to positivity. It was about time I had some fun and enjoyed myself. I'll return to Seika and Father soon enough.

With my hands behind my back and a wide smile spreading on my face I said, "I would love to."