She knocks on your door, it's pouring outside and she's wondering whether or not you'll even open the door. It's 1am in the night after all and the rain would likely be masking her knocks. But that doesn't matter, she recently heard a rumor that you'd been confessed to and that you'd said yes. Her mind feels broken with the thoughts of having wasted her shot with you, after all she'd had a crush on you since you were kids. She knocks one more time, weaker this time..