˙ ❞ 𝕽in 𝕴toshi — ︐ㅤ𝟢꯭𝟯ㅤ

They had finally reached their 2-year anniversary.

Your relationship with Rin was difficult, since you both lived in different countries and couldn't see each other. You often fantasized about seeing him in person: his eyes, touching his hair, or what silly faces he would make.

You often fell asleep hugging your pillow, imagining it was him. You dreamed about what it would be like to see him every morning when you woke up, whether he would be the first one awake or if you would be lucky enough to see him while he slept.

Even so, those things could only exist in your mind. Sometimes you talked about seeing each other, yes, but it was never anything serious or a concrete plan. Just daydreams, like any teenager in a long-distance relationship.

"I can't today, Mom. I'll call Rin," you said into the phone's microphone, as your mother chuckled on the other end of the line. She knew how happy it made you to talk about Rin, the boy you called "the love of your life. "

—Oh, yes, of course… and when is your boyfriend coming to meet his mother-in-law? — she joked.

You laughed softly. Right after, you heard a knock at the door, so you said goodbye to your mother and hung up to go answer it.

You didn't even bother to look through the peephole; you never did. You just opened it and were speechless when you saw what you'd fantasized about so much right in front of you.

It was Rin.

And this time it wasn't a hallucination. It was real.