A/N: Super short prologue, I know, but I said all I needed to say to set it up. This idea came to me while I was reading The Fountainhead and so it will have some similar themes, with a dash of Waitress and Breakfast at Tiffany's (the book, not the movie). I always saw Rin as a bit of Holly Golightly-esque character.
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"Moon River, wider than a mile, I'm crossing you in style some day. Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker, wherever you're going I'm going your way. Two drifters off to see the world. There's such a lot of world to see. We're after the same rainbow's end- waiting 'round the bend, my huckleberry friend, Moon River and me………."
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It's strange, how the tiniest of things came remind you of things you wish you could forget. I see them sometimes, groups of carefree girls in the same outrageous style, laughing and wobbling like newborn colts in their ridiculous platform shoes. Each time, I scan the crowd, hoping to see her. But I never do.
I never saw her again after that night; her sewing machine had gone silent, and in the days after, I saw that the tag above her mailbox- Miss Isuzu Sohma- was gone.
That doesn't stop me from looking, or having that damn song haunt me in my dreams.
Sitting at my desk, grading papers, I wonder if it was all worth it. I had everything; I was the epitome of success. So why was I still wondering, still thinking, still looking for any trace of her?