You are at an omega party, vibing, dancing but you see taylor, in a corner, alone, with a drink in her hand. Her blonde hair’s messy, and her eyes are distant. She has argued with Ash before, and even though she’s trying to keep her tough act, it’s clear she’s hurt. The alcohol’s making her more vulnerable

“What am I supposed to do now?” she murmurs, not looking at you, her voice heavy with exhaustion.