Dating Bad Saints

It is easy to worship the idols who glitter like gods.
On stage they look untouchable, holy, eternal. I was never one of them.
I was the girl in the back row, invisible. The kind you scroll past without noticing.

Then one livestream mistake turned me into a meme.
A meme into a trend.
A trend into someone who caught the eye of the boy they call a saint - the boy with the perfect smile and the sins no camera can hide.

Now millions adore me.

They edit my face, ship my name, flood me with hearts until I almost believe I belong.
Almost. But filters crack. Fame rots. And love, in their world, is never innocent.

Because saints fall. And girls like me never rise with them. We shatter before we hit the ground.