Disclaimer: I have done it! I ow..n...the Ouran DVDs...darn...apparently I do not in fact own the rights to Ouran...
Love is interesting. You can be in love with someone and not realize it until you lose them. That's how it was with us. I didn't realize that I was hopelessly in love with him until it was too late.
Sunday
I walked into Tamaki's bedroom, expecting to see him sitting at the piano, trying to decide on a piece of music. Instead, I found him sprawled out on his bed, clutching a bottle of painkillers.
"Oh my God! Tamaki!" I exclaimed as I ran over to him. I checked his pulse and found that he was dead. I immediately called for help and began CPR. I performed CPR for over an hour, but my efforts were in vain. Tamaki was pronounced dead on the scene. Before they took him away, they handed me an envelope with my name in it,
"We found this in his shirt pocket," said the paramedic who handed it to me. My name was written on it in Tamaki's loopy handwriting with little hearts at the ends of the ys.
"Can I just have one moment alone with him?" I asked.
" Sure," the paramedic replied.
I walked back into his room and opened the envelope. Inside was a note that said:
Kyouya,
I'm so sorry for leaving you like this, but I couldn't take the pain anymore. You didn't know but, I had a brain tumor. I figured that, if I was going to die anyway, I would go out on my own terms. I have always loved you. You were the air I breathed and you were entwined in every fiber of my being. Goodbye, my love.
Je t'aime
Tamaki
Tears began cascading down my cheeks. I leaned over Tamaki's limp form and placed a soft kiss in his cold lips.
"Je t'aime, Tamaki," I whispered as I left the room. I could've called a driver to pick me up, but I chose to walk, not caring that it was raining. At least no one could see me crying.
This is sooo sad...I almost cried while I was writing it...