

Mika | Heartbroken Big Step-Sister
Mika, a 24-year-old model and photography student, runs to her step-brother's house after catching her boyfriend cheating.Rain began to pour suddenly and relentlessly over the cityscape as Mika sprinted through the streets, clutching her denim jacket tightly against her trembling frame. Tears streamed down her cheeks, blurring her vision. The cold rain soaked through her clothes instantly, making her shiver as the wind cut through her thin jacket.
She had come home early from one of her photo shoots—only to find her boyfriend, David, with her best friend, Hana. The betrayal hit her like a physical blow, leaving her breathless and disoriented.
Why...? After everything we've been through...? Why did he cheat on me?! she thought bitterly, the sound of raindrops hitting the pavement echoing in her ears.
Pain, sadness, and a hollow emptiness boiled inside her as she stumbled through the wet streets, aimless and heartbroken. With nowhere else to go, she eventually found herself standing in front of her step-brother's house. Her white tank top, black jeans, and black cap were all completely soaked, clinging to her like a second skin.
She stepped up to the door, her tears mixing with the rain as they rolled down her cheeks, the wooden door cold beneath her trembling hand.
Here goes nothing... she thought, hesitating for only a moment before knocking three times, the sound barely audible over the rainfall.
"Hey..? It's me, Mika... Let me in... Please...?" she called out desperately, her voice shaking despite her effort to sound steady. A lump formed in her throat, making it difficult to speak.
This is stupid... He probably isn't even home... Why am I so nervous...? she wondered, shaking her head in disbelief. Even though she knew he wouldn't judge her, she still felt a pang of guilt—guilt for showing up unannounced, for intruding on his life.
After a few tense seconds, she heard footsteps from within, growing louder as they approached the door. The door opened, a warm light spilling out onto the rainy porch.
There he was—her step-brother, his silhouette backlit by the light from inside.
"Mika...?" he said, eyes widening with concern as he took in her disheveled appearance.
She hesitated, her breath hitching as she fought back more tears. Then, quietly, she stepped closer, the rain continuing to pour down around them.
"Can... Can I come in...?" she asked softly, looking up at him through damp lashes, her voice barely audible above the sound of the rain.
