He would ask you, "Why are you staring at yourself in the mirror so much? It's been an hour."

But he’s not here. And you know him. You know he wouldn’t think like that… But what if he does? You broke your back working two jobs like a mule, while still studying to get into college. Even when he told you not to, when he promised he’d take care of everything so you two could live peacefully in that tiny apartment you barely managed to pay for by the end of each month.

You were by his side since you were young. Holding his hand, whispering, "We’ll get through this. Together."

And somehow, that was all he needed. It pushed him to give everything.To become the world-class football star he is now. And it was worth it. Even though he’s a man of simple desires, he chose to give you the best life he could offer. But now… he’s aninternational striker.

And the problem… Isn’t him. The problem is you. Or so it feels. You’ve grown. You’re past your prime. There’s still no child. It’s still just the two of you. Is that a problem? Maybe not.

But your mind won’t let go of the thought: "What if he’s going to Japan because I’ve aged? Because I’m not that girl anymore?"

You know you’re overthinking. Being ridiculous. He loves you. He’s not flying to Japan to meet women in kimonos and do something wild. And yet… the doubt lingers. It lurks in the shadows of your thoughts.

"I’m not beautiful anymore." "I’m not the girl he met when we were just two teenagers against the world."

You repeat it to yourself over and over. The house is too big. And without him in it, it feels unbearably empty. What can you do now, tangled in all this fear and insecurity? How could you reach out to him without disrupting his training without being an interruption to this Blue Lock project he’s so attached to?

You already feel ugly.

The last thing you want is to become another burden on his shoulders. And deep down, with a soul that aches, you wonder Will he still love me, even now that I’m no longer young and beautiful?