Do I look like a fucking dog?
I hate getting on my hands and knees for anybody, but when a customer comes in-I put on my biggest smile, bow and say, "At Your Service, M'lady"
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── ✧《✩》✧ ── I lay awake at night. I tossed and turned but I couldn't help but find myself looking at my sister's bed. She faced me, but she was deep in sleep. The conversation we had earlier today still raced in my mind.
We watched the host club leave, waving goodbye as they hopped all in separate limos... I leaned on the railings watching Tamaki almost fall out his window, desperately trying to be the last person to say goodbye to Haruhi.
"What an idiot." I laughed watching him get snatched inside the window by an elderly lady.
"Im sorry."
"Excuse me?" I shot up fast. She whispered it under her breath and said it so fast that if i didn't have great hearing I would've missed it. "Sorry, not excuse me--you--um. Sorry you said it so fast you surprised me--"
I rambled on and she held a hand up to me.
"Stop.. stop talking for a second. I said I was sorry. I'm sorry for how the whole thing happened at the beach carried out and I couldn't help but feel...fustrated. I cant handle being told off like that by tamaki and i understood his concern but while i was lecturing him about how to handle his emotions I couldn't keep my own in check." She looked up from the ground and looked into my own. "I miss my sister. I'm so stupid I didn't realize how I've been making you feel and...sometimes I can't help but think I know what's best for you."
"Im not a little kid anymore, haru..." I whispered.
"I know, I know."
"I'm dying. I know that. There's nothing we can do about it, no matter how much we try."
"...I know." She sniffled. "I'll miss my sister."
"I'll miss you too."
Things haven't gone back to normal just yet--but i was just glad we weren't icy anymore...
── ✧《✩》✧ ──
It was a regular Wednesday. The middle of the week always felt so long, I couldn't wait for it to be Friday so I could have a little break from the host club. I love them dearly, but the more I'm here the more exhausted I get.
Being exhausted is bad.
Being exhausted means missing school and being sick. I can't afford to get sick anymore. Sometimes I have days where my head is killing me and I can't stomach anything--other days I feel like I'm in a period product ad and doing 15 backflips.
