TAYLOR

"You aren't your usual self, man." Noah glanced at me as Hendrix spoke before downing whatever diluted alcohol we were served.

"What do you mean?" I mutter, my finger trailing the rim of the glass gently. I knew very well what he meant, but even for the life of me, I could not figure out why I felt sad. It was a party.

"You used to be the life of the party." Hendrix patted my thighs as I tried to sit up from the scrunched position I had been in. "By now, the monster Tyalo would have ...