sometimes, rin itoshi wondered what could've been.

if he hadn't chosen his career over his first love.

soccer was his passion - his goal in life was always to play alongside his brother.

rin tries to convince himself he doesn't regret it. yet, you were everywhere he went. the little things you left behind, maybe a strand of hair, or mundane gifts you had given him on birthdays and anniversaries.

he kept them all.

sometimes he feels guilty when he remembers the times he never replied to your simple messages, asking if he ate, or your good morning texts.

sometimes he wondered what kind of future he could've built with you.

but he never let himself stray too far.

if not, he'd fall down a deep hole he wouldn't be able to crawl out of ever again.