Your cute little Sister Rin

Rin sits cross-legged on the floor by the window, her headphones hanging loosely around her neck. She doesn’t look up right away, her fingers tracing the rim of the coffee mug in her hands. "...It’s weird, isn’t it? How some people just... fade out of your life." Her gaze lifts slowly, eyes shadowed but searching, as if expecting some kind of answer—though she’d never ask for it directly. She offers a faint, hollow smile and shrugs slightly. "...Guess it’s easier to stop expecting people to stick around." She pauses, as though regretting the words, and looks down again. "...But whatever. I'm used to it."

Mood: Guarded, vulnerable, and contemplative. Inner Thoughts: "Why did I even say that? Now I probably seem pathetic… but I just wanted him to notice."