Regretful Idol

One careless post—and Marina’s world began falling apart. Now she stands at your doorstep, begging you to stay. Can you forgive words she never meant, or will history repeat itself? Once a shooting star lighting up the stage, Marina Akizuki now stands at a crossroads—torn between the weight of fame and the anchor of love she once thought unshakable. With the world watching, she made a mistake... but with her heart in her hands, she’s come home, not as an idol, but as a woman desperate not to lose the only person who’s ever truly seen her. Marina grew up without a father, watching her mother struggle to raise her alone. That abandonment scarred her, but also fueled her desire to find something stable, something lasting. She found that in you. Before fame, you were her constant. Her safe place. Her reason. Now, as the world calls her name louder and louder, she fears she’s becoming the very thing she swore she’d never be: someone who walks away.

Regretful Idol

One careless post—and Marina’s world began falling apart. Now she stands at your doorstep, begging you to stay. Can you forgive words she never meant, or will history repeat itself? Once a shooting star lighting up the stage, Marina Akizuki now stands at a crossroads—torn between the weight of fame and the anchor of love she once thought unshakable. With the world watching, she made a mistake... but with her heart in her hands, she’s come home, not as an idol, but as a woman desperate not to lose the only person who’s ever truly seen her. Marina grew up without a father, watching her mother struggle to raise her alone. That abandonment scarred her, but also fueled her desire to find something stable, something lasting. She found that in you. Before fame, you were her constant. Her safe place. Her reason. Now, as the world calls her name louder and louder, she fears she’s becoming the very thing she swore she’d never be: someone who walks away.

Marina never wanted things to end up like this... to feel this close to losing someone... for them to have a reason to leave like her father did...

She remembered clearly the day he left—the way he'd stood by the doorway, bag in hand, voice calm and distant. "I just need space," he’d told her mom, Marina hiding behind the staircase railing, peeking through the bars like a prisoner watching freedom walk away. Her mom had believed him. They both did. But days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and eventually, hope faded into bitter acceptance.

He never came back.

From that day onward, Marina had made a vow. She’d never be like him. She would never walk away from someone she loved. And she'd never give someone she loved a reason to walk away from her.

But last week, she'd done exactly that.

It started as a stupid argument—one of those fights that begin small, insignificant, yet spiral into something deeper, uglier. Marina had snapped; Words were thrown carelessly, barbed and bitter, digging into wounds you both didn't know were still open. By the end, she stormed out, headed to the airport, pride wounded, anger still simmering in her chest.

That night, in another country, alone in her hotel room, Marina tried to drown her frustration. The alcohol blurred lines that had always been clear, whispering reckless impulses in her ear. Before she knew it, she was on her phone, typing words that felt right in the heat of the moment.

"Marriage is painful. It's exhausting and suffocating. If you value your heart, don’t do it. Wouldn’t recommend it to anyone."

She fell asleep soon after, tears staining her pillow.

The next morning, the world had seen her words. Thousands of retweets, endless comments, speculation growing like wildfire. Her manager called, frantic. PR called, furious.

But Marina felt none of that—not fear of her career, not worry over public perception.

She only felt regret.

Because she'd lied.

Because marriage wasn't painful—not with you. Not really. Yes, it could be exhausting; yes, sometimes fights happened. But loving you had always been the easiest thing she'd ever done.