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peter~~~

nobody remembers me... actually nobody.
the only thing i could do is just to walk around New York City and hope for the best. i really do wish things could be different, but they aren't, and it was my choice to make everyone forget me, so i can't go back and change anything.

i was walking around until this one girl sitting on a bench reading and drinking a milkshake looking quite sad, i went over to her, 'hey! you okay? your looking a but gloomy,' i asked 'uh, yeah im fine, don't worry 'bout it' she replied. 'if your sure then okay... hey, whats your name?' 'hope. hope mikaelson...' that name... it sounded oddly familiar, but i couldn't put my finger to i- 'i know it sounds like something you know... im the actual devil...' she said cutting off my thoughts as i realised who she was. i smiled, she looked really confused on why i was smiling at such a hideous thing, but in reality, i know exactly who she is, but even if shes that 'monster' others and herself say about her, she isn't, i think its cool what sh- 'are you gonna say anything or just stare and smirk at me? its not funny stop!' she laughed- wait- laughed. she laughed at what i was doing. nobody's ever told me that she could laugh, and i know that people might think shes never laughed in her life, but she probably has like a thousand times, they just don't know it. 'i think its cool, you know? your powers and everything... its awesome...' i told her a bit sadly, and she 100% noticed how i said it because after i said that she said 'are you okay?'
'umm... i don't really know to be honest. i have this feeling inside of me saying just go away, nobody wants you here, but then theres another saying stay, everyone wants you, and i feel like you know which one i believe the most, because... well, you know, my face and everything...' i answered. 'i haven't asked about your name yet, what is it?' she asked 'peter, parker...'