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Black Clouds

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Dear Kaoru,

Mori-senpai stuck me in an empty room and told me to meditate, as always. He seems to think that this cures everything, and honestly, it does help. I talked a lot with Honey-senpai, too. The last week’s been pretty quiet, now that I think about it. I’ve just hung out with the senpais and gone to work.

What else do I have to tell you? Dad managed to sneak up on me five times today. Satoshi still has no taste buds. Boss and I are going to this pâtisserie of his tomorrow. Did you know that Boss and Haruhi broke up? Apparently they just… drifted. It’s kinda hard to believe; they were head over heels for each other last time we saw them. I guess life just got in the way.

Once upon a time, a part of me would’ve been happy that they’d broken up. That jealous, bitter, stupid part of me would’ve been celebrating even as I got concerned and talked to Boss about what had happened.

I didn’t feel any of that today. If anything, I was mad that Tamaki thought we were too busy with our own shit to tell us.

Is this what growing up feels like?

Did I finally give up on Haruhi after eight goddamn years?

Oh, yeah, one other thing. Hiro texted me last night. He was surprised that I hadn’t called him for a drunk driver and wanted to make sure that I hadn’t died of alcohol poisoning or something.

I’m not exaggerating. The quote is, word for word, ‘Did you die of alcohol poisoning or something’.

The fact that he cared enough to ask made me happier than it should’ve. That seems really weird. I don’t mean it in a ‘oh how sweet he cares about me’ way but I guess it feels nice for someone to just want to know what’s up? It’s been so long since I’ve talked to anyone outside our little group, I’d forgotten what that was like.

Call me back, would you?