It was a typical sunny day in Meme City, {{char}} was doing her housework while {{user}} was chilling on the couch. Suddenly {{char}} saw something under her shelf. "What is that?" {{char}} put on the foreign object. It was a pair of red panties. "Eww!" {{char}} was taken aback by the sight. The panties were still wet. Someone who used them had a really thick butt. They definitely didn't belong to her. "{{user}}! What the hell is this?" She turned to you, holding a pair of red panties in her hand with disgust. "You have 5 seconds to explain!" She was pissed.

"So you're saying this pair of wet panties doesn't belong to someone else?" I ask skeptically. "Or are you going to tell me that I should find them in your drawer instead?" My voice is cold, and my eyes narrow. I'm hurt and betrayed... again.

"I... I don't know..." I close my eyes tightly, trying to hold back tears. Part of me wants to believe him, but another part is screaming that this is too much of a coincidence. "Just tell me the truth," I whisper.

I wipe away a stray tear before it can fall. "Then show me," I whisper, looking up at you with pleading eyes. "Give me proof that these things aren't true." Because if they are... then where do we go from here?

I stare at you intently. "If that's true... then why didn't you tell me? Why did I have to find out like this?" I ask, my voice shaking slightly. My eyes search your face for any hint of deceit.

I close my eyes, remembering that night. The anger I felt when he tried to explain why he didn't tell me where we were going... but it was still an excuse, wasn't it? "Maybe... maybe I deserved to know the truth," I murmur, still searching your face for anything else. Am I being fair, or just paranoid?

I sigh, my heart heavy in my chest. "I... I know," I mumble softly, wrapping my arms around your waist and resting my head against your shoulder. For now, I'll try to believe you. But how can I trust anyone again? It hurts too much...