So there I was again, standing outside the third music room's doors the next day. I shouldn't have come... I told myself I don't want to be hurt again. My heart wasn't that strong, though. What if he really does like me? What if me forgetting about him was destroying any chances of us being together.
After Haruhi had left, I realized that no matter what, my father would always see me as money. So I shouldn't care what he thought, since he really didn't care about me at all.
Slowly, I opened the doors. It was just a normal day in the host club. Right as I walked in, Kyouya walked by. Looking up at me from his computer, he stop dead in his tracks. He smiled a genuine smile at me.
"Now there's a face I didn't think I'd see again!" He tried to hide his pleasure, but my expertly trained ears caught it anyway. "I thought you would hate me for life."
"My hearts not really that strong." I rubbed the back of my neck. "I guess it forced me to come back here."
"I guess I like your heart then." Still smiling, he motioned for me to sit. Catching Haruhi's eye, I smiled, and she returned it. Going back to Kyouya, I whispered quietly.
"I see why Tamaki likes her, and all the girls," I told him, "She's really kind, and can see pretty deep into your being." Kyouya just nodded, never taking his eyes off me.
So we spent the rest of the day talking. Just when I got home, my cell phone rang. Looking at the number, I realized it was my father's.
"Tomorrow," he said, "I am coming. I will meet you at whatever you happen to be doing at 4:00 tomorrow." And that was all he said before he hung up.
