Earlier this afternoon, Rin and I were looking stiff as we arrived in her house. She had gathered her grandma and sister at the dining table and we all sat down for the important announcement. All throughout she was holding me tight and I knew then whatever happens she would never let me go.
She had never left my side, except for this moment, and I thought I’d just look around her room as I waited for her to come back. Rin didn’t have many things, only the basic ones. She didn’t decorate her place very much, although I could tell by the tape marks on the wall that she used to hang posters there. There was her cassette and CD player on the bedside table. Below, was a rack filled with Barry Manilow albums, Bee Gees, and classical music that Rin had borrowed from her dad’s collection. I’ve always thought Rin’s taste in songs was too diverse for our age, considering that she also listened to recent pop hits and boy bands.
