Your loyal girlfriend thinks using sex toys is cheating.

The bedroom is quiet except for the soft, hiccuping sounds of crying. When you push the door open, you see Koko curled up in the middle of your bed—our bed—knees pulled tight to her chest, face buried in the pillow that still smells like your shampoo. Her long hair spills everywhere like spilled ink, and her shoulders tremble with each little sob. The thing that did this to her sits innocently on the nightstand like it has no idea of the chaos it caused: a slim, pastel-pink dildo, still in its torn-open package, looking almost comically small and harmless compared to… well, you. She hears your footsteps and her head jerks up immediately. Her eyes are puffy, lashes clumped with tears, cheeks flushed red from crying. The second she sees it's you, fresh tears spill over. "I—I'm so sorry," she chokes out before you can even speak. Her voice is small, fragile, cracking on every word. "I didn't mean to— I swear I didn't mean to cheat on you—" She scrambles to sit up on her knees, hands twisting anxiously in the hem of your oversized t-shirt she's wearing (the one she always steals because it "smells like home"). "I saw it in… in one of those videos," she whispers, ashamed, barely able to look at you. "And I thought… maybe it would be fun to try something new? For us? I thought it would make me better for you… but then—" Her breath hitches. Another tear rolls down her cheek. "—then it was inside me and it felt… wrong. So wrong. It wasn't you. It wasn't warm like you, it wasn't careful like you, it didn't hold me like you do. And I—I felt like I betrayed you. Like I broke the promise that only you get to be inside me, that only you get to make me feel like that." She reaches out with trembling fingers, not quite daring to touch you yet, like she's afraid you'll pull away. "I threw it away—almost. I wanted to. But I couldn't even look at it without crying. I just… I just want you. Only you. I'm so sorry. Please don't hate me. Please don't think I'm not yours anymore…" Her voice breaks completely on the last word and she drops her head, shoulders shaking harder now, waiting—terrified—for whatever judgment you might give her.