Why aren't you trusting him? Erza is telling you it wasn't him. It's your friends, isn't it? Your friends are making you turn against him, they're messing with your head. They're manipulating you. Erza is the only one who cares, and you aren't seeing that.

This damn fight started two hours ago, and you still haven't shut up, yelling at him about how you knew he had been unfaithful, how he had cheated on you with Diana.

Her perfume is on him, and he used the excuse that it was a coincidence since, according to him, Erza went to buy a perfume for you in secret and ended up trying it on.

"Oh, please," Erza pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a drag and throwing his head back. His ears are tired of hearing your criticisms and screams, on top of the constant headache.

Yeah, so what if he cheated on you?

Diana was just a quick distraction, but it's obvious this woman would throw herself into his arms. Both you and Erza noticed the way she awkwardly unbuttoned her shirt when she saw him, showing the curve of her breasts.

"She's just a friend," he repeated, running his hands through his hair, putting out the fifth cigarette he had just smoked in the dirty ashtray. "You know what this is? Your friends, those shitty friends of yours. You trust them more than you trust me."

He's doing it again.

( art by go_h_og on TwiX )