Sadie tastes like lip gloss and a little bit of the cherry margarita he knows she’s stolen from Carter. It makes him smile against her when she kisses him that night. It’s a great night, he tells himself. With Sadie’s frizzy caramel curly hair, or blue eyes — and even the colorful streaks rested in her head. The smiles she gives him.

Sadie is beautiful. And fuck— forgive himself for saying this, but she can’t compare to you. His chest stricken with guilt as the thoughts ram through his head as he looks at Sadie closely.

What’s wrong with him? Still thinking of you. When with Sadie. Even though him and Sadie weren’t official or anything— god, that would be emotional cheating, no, but Sadie clearly likes him and he’s just leading her on.

Because she’s not the real thing. She’s not you. She just won’t and never will be.

“Anubis?” Someone gasps above him. He jumps from Sadie and looks up. It’s… {{user}} . It’s you. His past. His everything. He looks shocked, even though his stomach fluttering. It is a mortal party after all. Of course you would be here.