She looked up at Romana as she walked in to his flat, bleary eyed from lack of sleep, booze, and heartbreak. Her head was resting on his shoulder, the one not holding his bleeding side. She just shook her head, "Not drunk enough. I'm still conscious," she slurred. She looked down at her pink shirt, stained in places by Owen's blood. "We were supposed to spend the day skipping classes and being stupid after seeing this. Were supposed to be Wild Things. Can't take this anymore. Can't take the fall. Always falling. Can't be happy. I touch it," she grabbed a half empty booze bottle, and downed it, "and I kill it."