Melodie punched the mirror, the glass shattering with a deafening sound as millions of small shards spiked everywhere. She ran an hand down her cheek, dampering her gloved hand with her wettened mascara. She was a mess — a fucking mess.

“Am I the one to blame?”

She whispered to herself, her black lipstick also a little scrambled over her lower face. The Korean singer abruptly turned around, undoing her long bow and letting her already short hair loose. She also took off her corset and fur scarf, throwing everything messily on the floor with graceless and uncharacteristically careless movements. Her smile was broken, bitter…