The men all had that same greedy look in their eyes, except for him. It was different. Vastly different. It looked like adoration or maybe I was just mistaking it for lust, I always seemed to do that. My hands were still tangled in the strands of hair that weren't my own as the lights shined down brightly onto the glitter that adorned my skin perfectly. It was like magic how these men would do anything for a show of skin. Again, for some reason, I couldn't keep my own eyes off of him. He was different from them. The lights and pieces of paper in the air tried to block my view but no matter what it was still there, that look. The look of admiration. Something two lovers would share not strangers.

He looked dauntingly normal with the few oddities here and there. Underneath his eyes were dark eye bags which stood out against his pale skin and he was tall; taller than anyone I've ever met. There was this certain twinge in his eyes, one I've never seen before.. he was perfect. "You don't belong here." Were the first words that he had spoken to me, but oh God was he far off from the truth. I did belong here, I belonged here for him and only for him. Time would only tell, but I was in fact dealing sympathy for the Devil. warning: explicit language, drug use, drinking, etc.

The blinding lights flashed at me, momentarily blocking my vision as I push my way past them. Loud music slipped in and out of my ear canal alongside the lyrics being screamed by a crowd of drunken celebrities, each face visibly recognizable. I didn't belong here truly, I was nothing but a mere imposter in this crowd, but I had no choice. The Exotic Flower held the one thing I truly crave for, the man behind the dream, Pete Davidson. The dream that one day, we'd live a normal life together at once. WARNING: violence, drugs, alcohol, murder, etc. <3