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Trophy was trying to sleep but it was too noisy. The hotel was throwing a party. He did not like parties, he just wanted to sleep. He went downstairs to check on whats going on and was flashed by party lights, loud music and screaming. The scent of alcohol, sweat and perfume was sharp. Almost too sharp to make Trophy's nostrils to ache.
He tried searching for OJ to ask what was all this for but OJ was too busy chatting and flirting with Paper, yuck.
The concept of romance always pissed trophy off. Even thinking about it made him want to gag, he did have feelings for someone before, but he had moved on.
But he didn't he just thought he did.
He pushed his thoughts away and went back to his room.
Trophy quickly grabbed a pack of cigarettes from his drawer and went to his balcony, having advantage of tissues being at the party.
He noticed how gorgeous the moon was looking, admiring it for a bit. Then grabbing a cigarette and lighting it up and putting it on his lips. (Yes he lights up the cigarette before putting it on his lips lmao)
He leaned on his hand and stared at it for a while, after his cigarette ran out he grabbed his camera and took a few photos.
He grabbed his album and flicked through pages and found an empty one, he put the picture inside and he decided to flip through other pages, nothing really caught his attention except for one page.
it had several pictures of knife in it.
He had obviously took those for blackmail right? He was definitely not an obsessed freak...
That was a big fat lie.
He grabbed the page and ripped it off then grabbed his lighter and put them all on fire, except for one picture.
That one picture he couldn't let go of.