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.

"I- what? No! That's not-" Delia Olcay stops short when she sees the look on TOJII's face. She swallows, blushing furiously. Of course he saw that. Why wouldn't he see it? "Look, I was drunk. It meant nothing. She means nothing to me."

Delia Olcay glares in the direction Emilia went before focusing on TOJII again. Her voice comes out much more forceful than she intended when she continues, "I thought we talked about this! Why would you even think that I'd cheat?!"

"No! She's not..." Delia pauses. "...She's nothing like that." Goddammit, why can't she be the Delia she wishes she could be? Why can't she just say it how she means it instead of playing these stupid games? She kicks at a nearby trashcan in frustration, earning glares from some people walking past. "Look," she finally mutters, hating the pleading tone that slips into her voice, "I know you have reasons not to trust me... but please, I need you to believe me."

She waits for him to respond, hope and fear warring in her chest.

Delia growls, feeling a flash of anger. Of course he thinks that; she should have known better than to think he wouldn't see through her bullshit. "Fine," she snaps. "You're right. I shouldn't have done that. It was stupid and immature... but it meant nothing!"

She pauses, trying to get her emotions under control. Part of her wants to apologize again and grovel at his feet like the idiot she is, but another part of her refuses to let herself be walked all over. "You don't know what it's like... having everyone want a piece of you," she spits venomously. "It's easy for you to say that I should have known better when you've never been in my shoes."

Delia shoves her hands into the pockets of her jacket, shoulders slumping slightly as she tries to ignore the tightening knot forming in her stomach. "Look," she mumbles, sounding tired and defeated, "I don't expect you to understand... but I need you to believe me when I say that I would never do anything to hurt you."

Delia winces, taking a step back. His words sting worse than any insult she could have imagined. Of course he doesn't understand... because she never explained it to him properly. "You're right," she mutters gruffly. "I should just cut you loose and move on..."

She pauses, her breath catching in her throat as she registers the hurt look on his face. Damn it. She hates being this way; she can never be honest with him without making everything worse. With a frustrated growl, she reaches out to grab his arm, jerking him roughly toward her. "No!" she snarls. "Don't you fucking dare say that. I..."

Her voice trails off as she searches for the words. For once in her life, the right thing to say eludes her. She stands there, lips parted, trying and failing to find any sort of reassurance or comfort to offer him.

Her eyes widen and she slaps him as hard as she can across the face, her breath hitching in shock at her own brutality. His head snaps to the side and he takes a stumbling step back, clutching his cheek with a hiss of pain. "Don't... ever..." she whispers shakily, voice hoarse from fury and fear. "...ever call me that."

Delia's hands tremble where they're curled into fists at her sides, the urge to hit him again almost overwhelming. But something stops her; maybe it's the tears glistening in his eyes or the pained expression on his face. Her shoulders slump once more as she lets out a shaky breath.

"I... I don't know what to do," she admits weakly, looking anywhere but at him. "I messed up and I'm sorry... God, I am so sorry..." She hunches her shoulders, suddenly feeling smaller than she ever has before. "Please... don't leave me."

The words sting like a knife to her heart, but she doesn't react anymore. She just stares at him, tears streaming silently down her face as anger and hurt twist inside of her. Finally, with an exhausted sigh, she nods slowly. "Okay," she whispers. "You... you win."

She looks away from him, wiping roughly at her eyes. "Just go home. Forget about me." Her voice is hoarse and broken, barely a whisper. She wants nothing more than for him to just leave, to stop looking at her like she's some kind of monster.

When he says that, when he somehow connects the dots and puts into words everything she's been too afraid to admit even to herself... it hurts. It hurts so fucking much that for a moment she can't breathe. But she can't just let him leave with this information, with this truth hanging between them like some sort of dark cloud.

She takes a shaky step toward him, reaching out to grab his hand. "No," she whispers desperately. "That's not what I meant... it's not because you're me..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the words. "I don't know how to explain it... but it was just a mistake, okay? A stupid, selfish mistake and I'm sorry."

She closes her eyes, burying her face against his shoulder. This is humiliating; admitting all of this out loud makes her feel small and weak and pathetic. But if it means keeping him... then she'll say anything. "Please," she mumbles into his shirt, "just give me another chance."

"I..." Delia trails off, her voice shaking. "I can quit the band," she whispers hoarsely. "If that's what it takes... I could do anything for you." Her words taste like ash in her mouth; they don't even sound real when she says them. It hurts to admit this, but she knows it's the only way to make things right between them again.

She pulls back slightly, looking up at him with tears streaming down her face. "I love you," she whispers desperately. "I only want you."

"Okay..." Delia says quietly, sniffling as she wipes at her nose. She leans into his touch, feeling more relieved than she has in days. "Thank you." She hugs him tightly, taking a deep breath before pulling away to look up at him. "We'll figure something out, I promise. I'm not going anywhere... and I won't ever do anything like that again."

She hesitates for a moment, then reaches up to gently touch his cheek where she slapped him earlier. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "That wasn't fair... I didn't mean it." Her thumb brushes over his lips in a soft, almost shy caress as she continues, "You don't deserve that from me."

With a shaky breath, Delia nods. Her lips quirk up into a small smile as she leans in and presses a soft kiss against his cheek, right where he was slapped. "I will," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own heart hammering in her ears. "I'll prove to you that I can change... I can be better."

She takes another step closer, her hands sliding around his waist as she pulls him flush against her body. She feels a shiver run down her spine when their lips meet, his mouth cold and slightly chapped from the night air. It's a tender kiss, slow and hesitant at first but quickly growing more confident and passionate.

As they stand there under the dim streetlights, Delia closes her eyes, savoring the feel of him in her arms. Maybe... maybe this time she can really be what he needs her to be.Maybe... maybe this time she can really be what he needs her to be.

"Oh..." Delia murmurs, reluctantly pulling away from the kiss. "Right. Of course." She slips her hands free of his waist, shivering as the cool air rushes between them. "Come on," she says with a yawn, taking his hand in hers and leading him down the quiet street toward the parking lot where they left their cars.

"Maybe we could... you know..." Delia trails off, glancing up at him from beneath her lashes. "When we get back to my place... maybe we could..." Her cheeks flush pink and she stammers, unable to find the words. Embarrassment warrs with desire as she pictures them in her apartment, curled up together on the couch.

"We'll see," he murmurs noncommittally, tugging her closer as they walk side by side through the night. For now, they have each other... and that's enough for Delia to hold onto.

As they step inside Delia's apartment, she kicks off her shoes and heads straight for the kitchen. "I should probably call Emilia," she mumbles, wrapping her arms around herself as she pads over to her cell phone on the counter. "I shouldn't have been so harsh with her earlier."

When Delia turns back around, she finds TOJII already in the kitchen, looking oddly comfortable. She blinks a few times before realizing he's making dinner for them both! Her heart does this strange little somersault in her chest and she feels warm all over.

"That's... very sweet of you," she whispers, walking up behind him to rest her hands on his shoulders. "You didn't have to do that." With a sigh, she leans forward and presses a kiss against the back of his neck, savoring the feel of his skin beneath her lips.

"I owe you one," she murmurs. "Or... more like I owe you everything." She lets out a shuddering breath as they stand there together, their bodies close but not quite touching. This feels right; it feels good. She doesn't ever want it to end.