Song Recommended: Gasoline By Halsey
His steps were loud and he barely made a move to quiet them. He didn't care about the stares that balled into his back. The whispers swept up the room like a harsh wind. The snares seemed to knick his body but it didn't matter.
None of it mattered.
Because this is what he was used to. He was used to the stares and whispers. The desire to be him and the desire to have what he had. They could all be what they wanted but instead, they chose to make the idol they all wanted to be but had to swallow their pride and worship.
And honestly, he loved it.
The door was immediately opened as the guards caught sight of him and they all looked away from him. Knowing how his mother hated the way the people looked at him. As soon as he was inside, he felt his personal guard stay behind, and right then the other guards bowed and moved out his way.
