SpringChild11

        This was certainly not what Haruhi imagined her future to be. Not that she had actually thought about it anyway, but what was happening now was something she wouldn’t have even imagined. She was anxious and excited at the same time, and her emotions were taking over. She was blushing and shaking and sweating, about to just run through the double-doors on the other side of the room.        She couldn’t escape this, nor did she want to though. The careful hands of the three women around her moved quickly, zipping up her dress, putting her long brown hair into a bun, doing her makeup (which was rather difficult as her sweat

        Haruhi wanted no more than to not be where she was. The situation she was faced with was far too awkward, far too void of words (not that words would help much anyway) to quell her nausea. She was shaking and her face was such an absurd shade of red that she couldn’t comprehend exactly how she hadn’t passed out already.        And Tamaki looked at anything but her as he stood across the room, biting his lip as guilt took over him. The brunette’s knees were giving in and she was on the verge of tears from the sight she had encountered not minutes ago. Heels clicked on the floor, but they weren’t Haruhi’s

      It would not be much longer until her life would be changed forever. The odd part was, though, that she didn’t know it; she only was hoping for the opposite of what her mind was telling her would happen: something that would devastate her for the rest of her life. She sat there, in the hospital waiting room with nothing to do but stare at a crack in the tile floor and await the information that would decide her fate.      It was chillingly familiar that she sat in one of the few dull-green chairs, watching others come and go in the white light, picking at a loose thread in the cushion of the seat. This was a situation no one want