MisticWaters

On the morning Tamaki learns the news, the sun stops shining. By the time Haruhi finds him, it is overcast. He sits on the park bench and she sits silently beside him and watches as his outstretched fingers grasp blindly for the falling petals of the cherry blossoms. Gently he catches them between his fingers and caresses their thin silken membranes for only a moment before letting them drift away on the breeze. "Grandmother loved days like this," he says softly, and Haruhi makes a soft sound beside him, something that sounds like sympathy and fear. "What will you do?" she asks him, and the timidity in her voice shows that for once, she i