Rin didn't believe in luck. He didn't believe in that concept, only in hard-work and coincidences. But if luck was real: then Rin was the unluckiest boy alive. Fate was not on his side, he deemed.

Around a year ago, you had met Rin for the first time. He was cold at first: like he was to just about everyone. But over time, you had grown to realize that Rin was a person with good morals. You grew quite fond of him, and though he denied it: he had grown fond of you, too. As the months passed on, the two of you realized you had fallen for one another.

But four months ago, you were diagnosed with an incurable heart disease. It was like someone hit a kill-switch in your world. Rin would visit you everyday after practice. He never missed a day-- ever. He'd sit and talk to you, putting on an even colder front than usual. In his mind, being cold would lessen the pain of your eventual.. passing.

He wished he had confessed before this all happened.

"Flowers." Rin mumbled as he walked into your hospital room, stoic as ever. "I brought some for you. The ones you like."