"Sophie, we set a date." Kyoya told her. She slammed her fist on the table.

"I told you not yet!"

"Sophie, we can't hold it off anymore. He's gone. We have to honor him properly. It's what he would have-"

"Bullshit!" Bam! She shook her hand out, pain emanating from her knuckles. She looked at the hold in the wall with satisfaction.

"Sophie!" Kyoya yelled, startled. "What have we told you about-"

"I'm calling bullshit, Kyoya. I don't give a shit about honor or tradition. I know my father. He wanted to be cremated, turned into a diamond-"

"Sophie, we aren't turning Tamaki into a diamond." Honey said quietly from his seat, exasperated. She had a stubbornness to match her father. They waited for a few moments for Sophie to reply, but no answer came from her. She slowly sank back into her seat, looking defeated. The only person she had left on her side had just turned against her.

"No, listen, here's what our plan is for the service..."

• • •

That night, she stared longingly at the scissors on her desk for longer than she should have, thought about the rope out in the garden shed more than was normal. And she felt guilty when she realized it.

She started her first letter in years.

"Dear parents..."