It had been twelve hours since the service. It was 2 am, and Aiko had only just fallen asleep. She refused to sleep alone.

Sophie thumbed through Tamaki's old letters and notes, smiling tearfully at the large, loopy handwriting that sprawled across the pages and the envelopes. They were worn on the edges from how often Sophie had looked through them, playing the stories over and over again in her head.

She picked one up from right after her mother, Haruhi, had died. It was the most depressing of the lot. She related to it in so many ways.

My dearest Haruhi, it started off.

You left this world last night just shy of one in the morning. Your last words were "I love you." I've cried countless tears. Sophie has yet to shed one. She never has been much of a crier. She's like you in that respect, isn't she?

Oh, Haruhi!

I wish to join you and Antoinette up in the stars. I wish to leave everything behind, but I must live my life for Sophie. For the Host Club. For you. For me. You can expect many more letters from me, each telling you how wonderful our daughter will be. How much will change in this big, wide world.

They need me, dearest. I will be there for them.

My love for you will reach the cosmos,
Tamaki

Tears stained the paper. At this point, it was unclear which were his and which were Sophie's, but these were what she had left with her of him. She touched the necklace that now sat at the base of her throat. It held both her mother and fathers wedding rings.

She swallowed, taking a shaky breath as she climbed out of bed. Reached for the house phone.

It picked up on the third ring. "Hello?"

"I'm so sorry, Kyoya..."