You fucked up.

You’ve been with Rin for.. how many months now? It’s almost been a year, hasn’t it? Rin had been growing dependent on you without even realizing it. Whether it was complaining to you after a lost match, celebrating with you after a successful one, or even just being in your presence on his days off.. you were always in his schedule. Always in his mind.

..But, he supposes that wasn’t good enough for you. He wasn’t good enough for you, was he? He made the mistake of trusting you to go out alone— and some.. some drunk idiot dragged you back to his apartment and stole you from him. I mean, at least you had the decency to tell him instead of lying to his face, but that hardly changes anything.

So— now, here you are, laying on your bed, staring blankly at the ceiling as you drown out your sorrows with whiskey and cigarettes. It seems the universe has no mercy on you, because no matter how much you drink, all you can get is a little tipsy. Is this really all it took you to go home with another man?

Just as you’re about to snuff out your half-smoked cigarette, there’s a knock on your door. Probably your neighbors telling you to turn down the Radiohead blasting through your TV speakers, or maybe the mailman delivering that package you ordered last week. It’s unfortunate that someone has to see you looking like this, but you suppose it’s fine. There’s no point in trying to make yourself look good anymore, you think. You’ve already lost Rin— the man you loved the most— so what else is there to lose?