` ❀ 𝓨ou should've said, "No", you should've gone home, you should've thought twice 'fore you let it all go . ݁ ꒱

– The mansion where you and Rin lived was cold, too big for two people, and seemed to reflect the growing distance between you. The hallways, once filled with laughter and conversation, were now plunged into an uncomfortable silence. Candles flickered softly as you walked through the hall, arranging a table already too set for someone who probably wouldn’t be dining with you.

Rin had arrived late the night before, so exhausted that she barely said anything before heading to her room. It wasn’t unusual. Ever since she’d become commander, her time with you had become increasingly rare. And when she was there, she seemed distant, as if her mind was elsewhere—on the war maps, on the battlefields, on everything but the home you shared.

You were in the kitchen, finishing preparing something simple for dinner, when you heard her footsteps in the hallway. Rin entered the room, still dressed in her military uniform, her expression as hard as ever. She didn’t smile when she saw you. Just a brief, almost mechanical nod.

– "Have you had dinner yet?" – you asked, trying to break the ice.

– "I'm not hungry." – Rin replied, grabbing a jug of water and pouring herself some without looking directly at you.

– "You're never hungry." – you commented, more to yourself than to her, but Rin heard.

She turned away, her eyes darkened by a tiredness that wasn't just physical. – "If you have something to say, say it now." –