A/N: Hey, so another Haru fic! I should really be doing homework, but I guess its a little too late...Anywhooo here it is. I'm not sure if I want this to be a oneshot, or if I want to make it a full fledged fic. Tell me what you think! Enjoy :)

(I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn!)

-p-

"Get out"

His voice was steady, unwavering. He stood strong, his face turned away from her.

He had obviously rehearsed what he was going to do, he wanted to appear indifferent, unaffected. But his narrowed eyes and intense stare told a different story.

In one fluid motion, he violently shrugged her arms off of his, breaking physical contact. He pushed her aside, carelessly letting her fall into the wall next to them. He made his way to the door, turning the handle and opening it. Instead of walking out, he pulled the door and stepped backwards. His hand still grasping the handle, he turned towards her.

His voice low and treacherous, "Get out,"

It was more painful hearing it a second time. The venom in his voice, and the way how he didn't bother to even look at her made it worse. His eyes locked on the wooden floorboards, he stood there waiting.

Holding her breath, scared that if she let out any air, she wouldn't be able to stop the tears that were already threatening to fall. Her fears only heightened as they continued to well up, she didn't dare to blink, knowing that more of them would run down if she did.

The silence was murderous. Neither of them said a word, as she slowly picked herself off of the wall, and quietly dragged her feet towards him, her eyes focused on the floor as well. As she found herself stopping a few feet away, she forced herself to look up.

She was scared of what she knew was there.

Those that had at one point, glowed with warmness and exuded his care for her, were now glaring at her with absolute contempt. He painfully was trying to keep his composure, but his body language was enough to tell her that he was seething with hatred. His knuckles had gone white from his death grip he had on the door handle, his arm shaking from the strength that was put in his arm.

She had half expected him to stop her as she passed him, walking out of the door. She wanted him to pull her back, tell her that it was all some nightmare. But he did nothing. All she heard was him mutter one final thought before slamming the door shut behind her.

"You brought this upon yourself,"

Her body had jumped at the abrupt noise that the door had created. She turned her head, looking at the closed door behind her. His words stung, no matter the degree of truth they held.

After all that had happened, it was over. She continued to stare, not being able to tear herself away, unable to leave him. If the tears had been blurring her vision before, they were blinding her now.

Frightened with the realization and the possibility that he would come out and see her crying, she ran.

She ran down the hallway.

Then down the stairs.

And out of the lobby.

Out of the house.

Past the disapproving eyes outside.

Across the street.

Away from him.

Away from anything that would trigger memories of him.

Of their life together.

She ran as far and fast as she could. She wasn't looking where she was going, hell, she didn't even care. It didn't know what she was going to bump into.

The only thing she knew was the she couldn't stay. There would be no way that she could gather the strength to do so. If she tried to, there was no doubt that she would break.

He didn't want her, he wouldn't forgive her. He found her out, secrets and all. She should have been thankful at the mercy he showed for her betrayal, but all she could manage was to despise him for not keeping her. Most would have had her head on a platter at this point, but he let her go. He wasn't gentle, he wasn't careful, he did nothing to spare her feelings, but at least he didn't stop her from leaving. At least he allowed her to leave. Asking for anything would have been ridiculous, but she couldn't help it.

Weren't they in love? Weren't they stronger than this? She knew how he felt about her, and he knew how she felt about him. Why couldn't he move past the emotional blockage? Why couldn't he just save her like he had always done? Wasn't he supposed to be the hero, her knight in shining armor?

She wished that he would forgive her, welcome her back in open arms. But even she knew that a request like that would have been impossible.

When all of this had begun, she knew what would happen. Yet she not only proceeded, but continued to do it.

The weight she carried in her chest fell heavier and heavier, breathing became harder and harder. Her pace got slower and slower, her running turned to walking, after collapsing in a dark alley into crawling, and after he arms gave out, into dragging.

He had given her the opportunity to escape. She understood that she needed to take advantage of this good fortune. Once the others found out, she'd be done for. The mafia world was not a sympathetic one. They both knew that the others would come for her, and both knew that none of them wanted to let her off the hook.

In a matter of hours, they would hear the news, and would be on the hunt. Even if he was boss, no matter the power he possessed, they would come after her. there would be nothing in his power to stop his subordinates from looking for retribution. They might have been her friends before, but it was inevitable. She had humiliated him, dented his pride, marred his reputation.

Her body started shaking, she lied on her back, staring up at the air, she couldn't force herself any further. She was scared. Her eyes are sore from crying, completely dried up. She made an effort to look at her surroundings, only to find that it was too dark for her to see anything else. It was far into the night. She lifted her left hand, barely able to make out the item sitting on her finger.

With what little strength she has left, she ripped the ring off. She looked at it one more time, carefully examining its beauty. She remembered how he had told her the ring matched her well. It was simple and practical, but still elegant. Nostalgia ran over her, making her bite her lip to stop the crying.

But it was useless, she was already sobbing.

"I'm sorry," she gasped for air as she tried to apologize, "I'm so sorry—" she stopped to look at the ring again, "I'm sorry," she repeated, hoping that if she said it again, he would somehow understand. She lets another anguished growl escape.

It had been a symbol of their relationship. He had told her, that as long as it remained on her hand, he would be there for her, he would protect her. But whatever promises he had made to her, were empty and meaningless now.

"I loved you," her voice broke, her heart too. No, it was a lie, her feelings had never changed. "I love you,"

She closed her eyes, knowing what she had to do. She put the ring back into her hand, balling it into a small fist.

And mustering what willpower she still had, she swung her arm back, and threw the ring away.

"I'm sorry," she heard the clink of metal hitting cement. She doesn't dare to look where it landed, keeping her eyes closed, taking another deep breath before letting out every tear that she had been trying to hold back."I love you, Tsuna,"

And thus, Haru Miura disappeared from their world. She left town along with everything she had known, all of the relationships she had built over the years, and all the people she had grown to love, all of it, she left it all behind.

End

A/N: Aha! It was Tsuna! I didnt know if I was being sneaky, or just plain out obvious with it. I just got it in my head, it was a little rushed, I apologize. But I hope you liked it.