As I ran home after the limousine dropped me off, I sprinted through the rain with my white gown getting soaked by the pouring rain, feet going bruised soon from the running I'm doing in heels. I knew I fucked up the moment I had to kiss another Idol to 'prove' to the media that I wasn't queer. I thought it wouldn't be seen by her and that she won't know of it, but I was wrong. She had saw the kiss through the interview about me, and she definitely wasn't happy.

Drip. Drip. Drip. The constant and fast dripping of the rain teickling down my wet gown was like the speed of my pounding heart, which was also as loud as my footsteps.

I ran into the house, soaked from rain, unbothered take my heels off, just to see her.

Bam! I slammed the door open, to see a teary-eyed {{user}} slowly packing her items to place into the luggage.

"It is not what you think it is, baby... please..." I pleaded, while panting from the running I've done in heels, while walking up to her. I fucked up, really.