Melancholy

Forgotten

Host Club x Male Reader

Anime: Ouran Highschool Host Club

Angst

Everything was fine before she showed up.

They all seemed too fond of her.

To the point that their forgetting about me.

Like I wasn't part of the host club in the first place.

Like I never existed.

I would try to talk to you guys about the matter.

Even the annoying customers who came to the host club.

But they always said that I'm worrying too much or being dramatic about it.

Yeah right.

How can I believe that when everyone's gushing about her?

It pains me y'know.

You guys would forget to include me in our club activities.

Kyoya would always apologize and forget to make a outfit for me.

. . .

Forget huh?

. . .

Am I that forgettable?

You know what's funny?

The way you all look at her like some love sick puppy makes me sick.

What's so great about her anyway?

I don't understand how she does it but it's like she cast some spell on everyone.

I just goddamn hate her.

Do you understand how it feels to be lonely?

When no one remembers you?

I would always fear for this would happen,

But I don't know what to do.

What can I do to make you guys notice me?

The wind breezes through my hair.

It feels nice.

It almost feels like I'm souring through the sky.

I wonder if I could fly?

I should try it one day.

What would've happened if she never joined?

Would you guys still talk to me?

Would you still include me to our club activities?

Whatever the case is,

It doesn't matter anymore does it?

I'm beginning to reach my limit.

I don't know how much longer I can deal with this.

You're all too obsessed with her.

I almost feel bad that she was dragged into this mess of a host club.

Almost.

Today's the day of the ball.

Whatever happened with the club,

They sure look happy dancing with Haruhi.

I smiled.

I'm happy to see she's enjoying herself with the club.

So happy.

So

So

Happy.

Ah, the wind feels nice going through my hair.

People weren't kidding that the garden looks beautiful at the rooftop.

I took a deep breath in.

I'm going to miss the smell of fresh air.

But that's not the point.

I haven't felt this happy in so long.

I hopped over the other side of the railings as I looked down upon my joyful doom.

Soon enough I'll be able to fly away from this disappointing life.

I laughed.

Just as I was about to step forward I heard my name called from behind.

"(M/N)?"

I looked back.

It was Haruhi.

The last person I wanted to see before I die.

"What are you doing? Why are you on the other side of the rails? You're going to fall y'know."

I chuckled.

"Isn't that strange?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

I scoffed at her.

"It's strange how after everything I tried to do to get the clubs attention, you're always there. Your existence alone ruined my life! No one seems to care about me anymore! And I'm sick of it! I'm so fucking sick of it! Why is it that I'm about to fly away, I get interrupted by you out of all people?!"

Haruhi was speechless.

"I-I'm sorry (M/N). I didn't know."

"Of course you wouldn't know."

I pause,

Giving her a defeated smile, I outstretched my arms and took a step back.

"I'm always left forgotten."

"(M/N)!"

[A/N]

To the people who are asking for part 2:

There will be no part 2. Some stories are better off without one. The epilogue of this story will be up to your interpretation. Apologies if you were expecting one.