Tiffany ran out the club, trying to hold back the tears that was blurring her vision. Due to her hazy vision, she made a wrong step and broke the heel of her steep stilettoes, which sent her almost tumbling back down the steps of the stairs she managed to climb with a broken heart. Tiffany cursed her luck and continued to limp her way outside the bar. Tiffany pushed the outer door entrance and as if the high heavens were sympathizing with her misfortune, she saw the skies are crying. [A/N: Demi Lovato’s Skyscraper, cue! kkk]

Seeing the endless downpour just reminded her of the night wherein she was with her boyfriend – ex – not long ago. She remembered his gentleman gestures and sweetness. Just when we were about to fall even deeper, why did this happen? A sniff came out from her. Just why? Then a sob and tears followed in an instant. Why?!

Suddenly, a taxi parked in front of her and motioned her to get inside. Tiffany wiped her tears away and smiled in gratitude to the driver. She told of her address – the apartment Minho and she was sharing (and soon to be occupied by only him) – and with trembling hands, she dialed her best friend, Sunny’s, number. She cleared and sniffed once more before she heard the line picked-up.

“Hey, Fany!” Came her best friend’s cheerful greeting. A TV was heard in the background. “What’s up?”

“The moon,” Tiffany nonsensically replied. She wish she could have greeted Sunny with the same enthusiasm.

Instead of hearing how lame her joke was, she was met with a concerned voice. “Fany-ah? What’s wrong? Did you two fought again?”

“Sunny-ah,” Hearing her best friend’s tone made her break down again. “S-Sunny…”

“Fany? Fany, where are you now? Are you okay – of course you’re not.” Sunny sighed. “Come here now. Where are you?”

“On the wa-y-y to our s-shared apart…ment.” Tiffany could hardly speak between her sobs. “I’m go-going to pack-k and lea-leave.”

“Do you want me to come with?” A distant laugh was heard in the background along with the TV. “Yah, Kim Taeyeon! Turn the volume down! – Sorry, should I pick you up?”

“N-No,” Tiffany calmed herself down before answering again. “I’ll be on your door in no time…”

Sunny was reluctant but let her be. “Alright, call me, okay?”

“Yeah.” Tiffany saw that they were almost in front of the building. “Thank you, Sunny.”

“What are sisters for? Bye, take care!” Tiffany said her goodbye as well and hanged-up. She felt the car jerk to a stop and bent her head down to look for cash in her purse.

“No, no,” The man motioned for Tiffany to go. “It’s on me. I hope you feel better soon.”