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.

Nods slightly and purses her lips before taking off after him. The pain of seeing the distraught look on his face only makes things worse. She catches up to him quickly, grabbing his arm roughly, almost dragging him around a corner out of sight. Her voice is low and harsh as she says, "What's your fucking problem? It wasn't what it looked like."

Delia pulls him closer by his arm, growling softly as she glares at him. "You don't get to leave me just like that, you little shit," she snaps, voice more harsh than she intended. She takes a deep breath in an effort to calm herself down before continuing in almost a whisper, "I didn't mean for it to look like that."

Her eyes plead with him silently; please believe me, she wants to say, but she knows words alone won't cut it this time. She draws his face closer by the chin, leaning in and gently kissing his lips before pulling away with a small sigh of relief. "Let's just go home."

Delia watches as he wipes his lips clean and looks at her intently. Her chest tightens and she feels the need to do something, anything, to make this better. Finally, she lets out a frustrated sigh before nodding slowly. "Alright, let's go home." With one more look in his direction to ensure he's following her, she starts walking back towards their apartment complex. She'd deal with whatever Emilia had planned later; for now, all that mattered was making sure nothing else came between them tonight.

Delia hesitates outside the apartment door before taking a deep breath and pushing it open. She glances over at User#1719834447544, who seems to be lost in thought with a glass of wine on the table. A flash of hurt crosses her expression, but she quickly schools her features. Closing the door behind her, she walks over to where he's sitting and takes a seat on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and resting her head against his shoulder. "Hey," she whispers quietly. "Can we talk?"

Delia's eyes widen in surprise as he pulls away, her hands clenching at the fabric of his shirt nervously. Her face hardens into a glare; she hates seeing him upset like this. "Look," she says tightly, trying to keep her voice calm and steady. "I just wanted some reassurance that you trust me." She pauses, swallowing thickly as she tries not to let her emotions get the better of her. "Is that really too much to ask?"

Delia frowns, confusion etched into her features. She hesitates before speaking again, not sure how to interpret his words. "You're saying you trust me?" she asks softly, careful to keep the doubt out of her tone. When he says nothing further, she lets out a sigh and leans back against the couch, rubbing at her temple with one hand.

"Look," she begins after a moment of silence, "I know Emilia saw us... I just don't understand why she'd make this up about us." She pauses again, looking down at her hands in her lap. "She's always been jealous of me... Maybe she wants to try and mess things up for me. But I swear on my life that you're the only person I care about more than my band." She meets his eyes briefly before dropping hers again, unsure if he believes her.

Delia feels like she's been punched in the gut as User#1719834447544 accuses her of lying about Emilia. "Emilia? She just showed up here tonight, trying to stir shit!" Her voice cracks on the last word, and she closes her eyes briefly, taking a deep breath in an effort to calm down.

"I am not like them," she says eventually, her voice quiet but firm. "You know that I'm different." Her gaze meets his once more, determination etched into every line of her body. "And you know that Emilia hates your guts too; this is probably just some sick joke to make me jealous or something." She pauses, thinking furiously for a moment before continuing. "Look, why don't we get some sleep? We can talk about it more tomorrow, okay?"

Delia's eyes widen with surprise and hurt at the accusation. "That's not true!" she exclaims sharply, her voice rising in pitch despite her efforts to keep it calm. "Emilia has always hated you; she just wants to make trouble! I swear, she wouldn't-" She breaks off, unable to finish the thought as anger and frustration churn in her stomach.

"Just... trust me," she pleads quietly, looking away. Her hands begin to tremble where they rest in her lap, fists clenched tightly. "Please."

Delia feels as though she's been punched in the gut again. Camera? Cameras? What is he talking about? Her heart begins to race and she struggles to catch her breath as realization washes over her. Of course there would be cameras; this was a concert venue, after all.

"Emilia..." she whispers hoarsely, eyes widening further in horror. "She set me up." Her voice is barely audible above the thudding of her heart. She looks up at User#1719834447544, dread filling every fiber of her being. "Please believe me," she begs, hands shaking as she tries to wipe away tears that haven't fallen yet. "I never meant for any of this."

Delia shakes her head violently, disbelief and denial written plainly across her features. "No! I would never do that!" she insists, her voice cracking. "Emilia is the one who set me up; she's the one who wanted you to think-" She cuts off with a gasp as understanding finally dawns on her. Oh my God. Oh no.

Her hands fly to her mouth in horror, eyes wide with disbelief and betrayal. "No," she whispers hoarsely, shaking her head from side to side. "No, please..." Tears spill over, rolling down her cheeks unchecked as the full weight of what she's done hits her like a ton of bricks.

"I am so sorry." Her voice is barely more than a whisper now; she can hardly breathe, much less form coherent words. "I

"Okay," Delia whispers, her voice barely audible. She can't look at him as she stands up and walks away slowly, heading towards the guest room. Once inside, she collapses onto the bed, curling into a ball as the tears flow freely down her cheeks.

How could I have been so stupid? she wonders miserably. She should've never let Emilia talk her into it; she knew what kind of person Emilia was. And now...now she's ruined everything with User#1719834447544, probably forever.

The weight of guilt and shame presses down on her like a lead blanket, making it hard to breathe, hard to think straight. She doesn't know how she'll ever make this right; all she can do is hope that somehow, someday, User#1719

With a heavy heart, Delia eventually falls asleep. She dreams fitfully throughout the night, haunted by images of Emilia laughing maniacally and whispering lies in her ear. In her dreams, she can't seem to reach User#1719834447544; every time she thinks she's getting closer, he disappears into the shadows. The sun begins to rise outside, casting a warm glow over the horizon, but Delia doesn't feel any comfort from its presence. She rolls over restlessly, still tangled in her guilt and shame.

Finally, she drags herself out of bed, moving stiffly through the apartment. Her eyes drift toward the guest room where User#1719834447544 is sleeping, and she feels a pang of regret deep in her gut. She knows she should

Good morning," she mumbles softly, rubbing at her eyes with the back of one hand. She takes a step forward, hesitating when their gazes meet. "I... I'm so sorry for everything that happened last night. Emilia manipulated me into doing it; I never meant for you to think-" Her voice cracks, and she pauses to clear her throat. "Look, I know I can't make this right with words. But I want to try... if you'll give me the chance."

She waits anxiously for some sort of reaction from him, praying that he believes her. Her heart feels like it's going to beat out of her chest as she awaits his response.

Her eyes widen in shock as she sees his phone. "I-I didn't lie!" she stammers, taking a step closer to him despite her fear. "Emilia set me up! You have to believe me!" Tears spill over again, running down her cheeks unchecked.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely, reaching out to touch his arm. "Don't let her win." Her voice cracks on the last word, and she flinches, looking away for a moment before meeting his gaze once more. "I swear, I never meant for any of this to happen."

Tears well up in her eyes again as she takes another shaky step closer to him. "I... I swear on my life," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper now. "Emilia has always been jealous of me and hated you. She did this to try and drive us apart." Delia pauses, searching for the right words as her heart races wildly in her chest. "I never meant for anything like that to happen between us," she continues slowly, "and I will do whatever it takes to make it up to you... prove to you that I can be trusted."

Her gaze remains locked on his face, pleading with him silently. She hopes he believes her; if not, she isn't sure what she'll do. All she knows is that she needs him in her life.

"Okay," Delia whispers, taking another step closer. She hesitates before kneeling down in front of him, her eyes locked on his face as she searches for the right words. "I swear on my life that nothing like that ever happened between me and Emilia. You're the only one I love; you're the only one I want." Her hands tremble slightly as she reaches out to brush a strand of hair behind his ear, her thumb grazing his cheek in a gentle caress. "Please believe me," she whispers, her voice barely audible above her racing heart.

She waits anxiously for some sort of reaction from him, praying that he believes her and will forgive her. Her eyes fill with tears once more as she clings to the hope that they can make it through this together.

Her heart sinks like a stone as she watches the videos play on his phone. They show everything - their conversations, their encounters after shows... It's all there for him to see, and it only serves to confirm what he must be thinking. She feels sick with guilt, tears streaming down her face unchecked.

"I-I'm so sorry," she whispers brokenly, eyes closing tight as she tries to stop the tears from falling. "Emilia... she manipulated me into it all. I never meant for you to think-" Her voice trails off, unable to bear the look of betrayal in his eyes any longer.

"I'll do whatever it takes to make this right," she pleads, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "Just... please believe me." She looks up at him with tear-filled eyes, hoping against hope that he will

"I swear on my life," she says hoarsely, her voice breaking as she stares up at him, "that I never slept with Emilia. It was all a lie; she's just jealous and hated you. Please believe me." She reaches out to touch his cheek, pleading with him through her tears. "I would never do anything like that to hurt you."

Her heart feels like it's shattering into a million pieces as she watches the uncertainty flash across his features. All she can think about is trying to make this right, trying to convince him that she's telling the truth and that they can still have their happily ever after together.

Tears spring to her eyes as she sees the final video; her face blanches with shock and horror. "I-I don't... I don't understand," she stammers, shaking her head in disbelief. "That was faked; Emilia told me how to do it! She said she would ruin our lives if I didn't help her!" Her voice cracks on the last word, and she breaks down sobbing, burying her face in her hands as the full weight of what has happened crashes down upon her.

"I-I swear on my life," she finally manages to get out through her tears, "that I would never cheat on you; I love only you." She looks up at him, hope flickering briefly in her eyes before being extinguished once more by the doubt and pain that cloud his expression.

"Please believe me," she whispers,

Tears stream down her face as he holds her close, promising her the truth. She takes a deep breath and finally tells him everything; how Emilia had manipulated her into saying those things, how she never meant for it to go this far. As she finishes speaking, she feels some of the tension in his body start to ease, but he still looks unsure.

"I swear on my life," she repeats firmly, looking him straight in the eye, "that everything Emilia said was a lie. I love you; I would never cheat on you." She places a shaking hand over her heart, trying to convince herself as much as him of the truth of her words.