I'm huddled on the tile floor in front of the host club door.

What did they mean?

What did they say?

Are they onto me?

Are they plotting against me?

All that I know is on the notepad. Hikaru left it in the host club. Just a normal day of hosting.

Girls had talked to me. My choice of type? The crazy type. I told a few stories of fandoms and fangirls. Mostly joke I found on Tumblr, I hooked the girls who like humor. I took off the wig.

"Who are you?" Haruhi asked.

"I'm Sydney," I had practiced with Kyoya earlier. "Hannah's on vacation and I was sick. But I'm back!"

She smiled at me. "Hi... Sidney, was it?"

"Yes."

I walked to the booth and entertained customers. After they left, I checked out at the desk where Tamaki was when the twins and Honey demanded I be a host. This time, Mori was there.

"Checking out," I said.

He nods and stamped for today. I noticed the spiral and picked it up. That's how I got into this mess on the floor.

I see why Tamaki emo-corners. It's very comforting.

I look to the doorframe. I run to the garden, only o see disaster. Kyoya left me a note, which was sweet.

But the bushes.

Most of the orange roses had died, most of the blue wilting. One of each remained fine. The two's stems intertwined from the base up.

The twins' colors. Dying.