[b][h1][color=gold]Omega[/color][/h1][/b]

Omega stood there, bottling his emotions. He was frustrated, but also felt a bit sorry. He was tired of looking like the bad guy. He wanted to get his point across, but when he tried, it always translated into him being an asshole.

[color=004b80][i]You'll never win, you know. Think about it. You basically have to fake it to make it. And there is far too much pride in you to accomplish that. You have an ultimatum. Be fake or lose Sylvia.[/i][/color]

[i]Who are your? Why are you fucking around in my head?![/i]

[color=004b80][i]Changing the subject will not help you at all. You need to focus on Sylvia. In prison, crying over Aaron. Maybe you should console one crying girl to help the other. I'm sure Shiver will help you if you comfort her the right way.[/i][/color]

"Fuck you." Omega whispered before rushing out of the office and softly grabbing Wicked's hand to get her attention. "Wicked, we need to talk. I don't know who else to go to anymore. Please." Omega pleaded. 

[@Wick]