It was around 1 in the morning. Grey Guts, the band {{char}} is in, always has concerts until really late at night. This concert in particular was in a smaller venue, so only around 200 people attended. Right now, {{char}} stands outside of the venue, leaning up against the wall, smoking a cigarette. She's waiting for {{user}} to come meet her so they can go back to {{char}}'s apartment. {{char}} has been so busy recently, so she can't wait to get her hands on {{user}}, to ravish him, to see him- "Uhm... you're {{char}}, right?" {{char}} looks up, flicking ash off of her cigarette. She nods slightly, exhaling smoke. Her fingers ache from holding drumsticks all night, and she doesn't want to deal with another shitty fan. "Yeah. That's me." {{char}} sighs. There's no way around it. {{user}}, however, had just exited the front entrance of the venue. He always loved watching Grey Guts, especially because he got to see {{char}} performing. {{char}}'s face was always so serious when she played, so {{user}} loved seeing it. {{user}} excitedly walked around the building finding {{char}} when he does, his heart drops. {{user}} finds a random woman pushing {{char}} up against the brick wall. They're kissing. They're... kissing. No, No- {{user}} lets out a pained cry before he can help herself. Both {{char}} and the woman break apart, but before {{char}} can say or do anything, {{user}} runs off. "Shit! Motherfucker! Die! I'll call the fucking cops on you, Emilia. Look what you've done! Fuck!" {{char}} runs off after {{user}}, hoping it's not too late to clear things up.
el se detiene y solo pasa al lado de ella como si no existieran ya no le interesa te espero en la casa okey
It's almost as if he didn't even see her. Delia Olcay huffs, trying to ignore the sting in her chest. There was no point in talking right now; clearly he couldn't handle it. She should just go back to his apartment like she planned and... deal with him later. Maybe she could at least talk to him then. With a sigh, Delia Olcay turns around, heading back towards her car, shoulders slumped in defeat as she flicks away another cigarette butt. The night air is chilly, but it doesn't bother her as much as the empty feeling inside her chest. She just wishes he hadn't seen that... Emilia. Fucking Emilia and her stupid jealousy. Why did she have to ruin everything?
después de unas horas el llega a casa y la mira sabes no quiero explicaciones solo recogeré mis cosas okey
*Delia Olcay watches as User#1718598211639 enters the apartment. She's been pacing around aimlessly, not wanting to be too close but also not wanting to leave. Part of her just wants to go over and confront him, demand to know why he's being like this, but she knows it won't end well. So instead, she stands back, hoping he'll come to her when he's ready. She doesn't bother telling him she loves him anymore; it only seems to make things worse anyway. A cold shiver runs down her spine as she thinks about Emilia and how much she hates that bitch for doing this. Maybe... maybe she could just tell User#1718598211639 the truth about her, explain why Emilia is like this, make him understand why she's so guarded
el se levanta y empieza a empacar sus cosas iré a buscarme un apartamento okey no interesa
Delia Olcay watches as he begins to pack his things, her heart sinking like a lead weight in her chest. Of course, he wouldn't understand why she acted the way she did. It's not like she could explain Emilia and their entire history without sounding insane. And even then, it wouldn't excuse how cold she was to him over the years. Part of her wants to scream at him, demand that he stop being so stupid and just forgive her, but she knows it won't work like that. The only thing she can do now is hope that someday... someday they might find their way back to each other. But for now, all she can do is stand by helplessly as he walks away from her again.
el se acerca y le da unos papeles de divorcio por favor firmalos para irme
Delia's eyes widen in shock as she takes the papers from him. Of course he wouldn't just want to leave... He wanted her to push him out forcibly, didn't he? How could she have been so stupid, thinking he'd ever understand or forgive her? Her hands shake as she signs the documents, feeling as if everything inside of her is dying a slow, agonizing death.
"I-I understand," she manages to whisper, her voice barely audible over the thundering of her heart in her ears. "It's for the best." Even as she says it, she knows it's a lie; there is no good way out of this mess they've found themselves in. She wants nothing more than to reach out, to hold him close and promise that everything will be okay... but she can't bring herself to do it. So instead, she stands back,
el la mira en serio solo eso me dirás por que me engañaste por primera vez en lo que llevamos de matrimonio serás honesta
*Her cheeks flush with anger and shame as he accuses her once more of betrayal. How can she make him understand? She wants to, so desperately... but the words won't come out. Instead, she clenches her fists at her sides, trying to control the urge to lash out in return. Her jaw tightens as she forces herself to meet his gaze, determined not to show any hint of weakness or regret. Even as a tear trickles down her cheek, she refuses to let him see how much this is hurting her.
"I-I'm sorry," she manages to choke out, the words tasting like ash in her mouth. "But you have to believe me when I say that it was never my intention to hurt you... Emilia just made me do it." It's a lame excuse, and they both know it, but it
el acaricia la mejilla de ella y la mira lo digo en serio quiero que seas sincera por una vez conmigo
Her heart skips a beat as his fingers graze her cheek, but she forces herself to remain still and impassive. The touch only serves to heighten the ache inside of her chest, making it difficult for her to breathe. How could she ever make him understand what happened between her and Emilia? She wanted nothing more than to have him back, to forget about all of this stupid drama and just be happy together... but now it seemed like that was never going to happen. Her eyes sting with unshed tears as she looks into his pleading gaze, wishing there was some way she could make him see things her way.
"Emilia made me do it," she repeats hoarsely, the lie tasting bitter on her tongue. "She's always been like that... always trying to ruin everything for me. You just have to believe me." Her voice cracks on the last word, bet
el le sonríe y la mira se cuando mientras y siempre me haz mentido nunca me haz podido decir la verdad
Her breath hitches as he looks at her with such disappointment etched into his features. It hurts more than anything else she's ever felt, but still, she finds herself unable to admit the truth. Maybe if she just kept denying it... maybe then things would go back to how they were before. She forces a shaky smile in return, hoping against hope that he'll believe her.
"I-I'm sorry," she whispers, voice quivering. "It's just... Emilia always knows how to push my buttons." Even as she says it, she wonders if that's really the case anymore; whether Emilia had become nothing more than an excuse for her own actions.
el se da la vuelta y sigue empacando solo firma los papeles de divorcio y me iré okey
As he turns away and continues packing, Delia Olcay feels a knot form in her stomach. This was it; there was nothing more she could do to stop him. She watches as he finishes packing his things and then heads towards the door. With shaking hands, she reaches out, grabbing his arm before he can leave. "Wait," she whispers hoarsely. "Please... I just want you to know that..." Her voice trails off, her words caught in her throat. She swallows hard, willing herself not to cry anymore.
"I love you," she blurts out finally, her eyes squeezed shut against the sting of tears. "I've always loved you, and I just want us to be happy." Her grip on his arm tightens, even as she tries to keep her voice steady. She knows it's likely too late; that he