yours sincerely, daisy. - taylor swift

17

The set was buzzing with energy as Daisy stepped out of her trailer. Filming the final installment of The Maze Runner series had been exhausting but also exhilarating. The end was near, and the atmosphere was charged with a bittersweet tension. They were shooting an intense action scene today, one that would require hours of choreography, precision, and focus.

Daisy adjusted her jacket, the heavy leather prop that had become almost second nature after wearing it for so long. The cool air stung her face as she approached the set, the massive outdoor expanse that had been transformed into a maze of crumbling concrete, wild overgrowth, and debris. Her co-stars were already gathered, some running through lines, others checking their gear. Dylan was off to the side, speaking with the stunt coordinator about a complicated jump sequence they'd be filming later.

"Hey, you ready for this?" Dylan called over to her, flashing that easygoing grin she had come to rely on during the grueling shoots.

"Always," Daisy replied, though her mind was elsewhere. Specifically, on Taylor.

Last night with Taylor had left her feeling off-balance in the best way. There was something so new, so raw, about what had happened between them, and Daisy couldn't stop thinking about the softness of Taylor's kiss, the way her hand had lingered on Daisy's waist, grounding her, yet somehow making her feel lighter than ever.

But now, back on set, she had to put those thoughts aside. Today was about finishing what they'd started—this massive, high-stakes scene that would be a key moment in the movie.

The director, Wes, called everyone together, outlining the details for the next shot. They'd be filming a chase through a collapsing section of the maze, with Daisy's character, Teresa, and Dylan's character, Thomas, navigating a deadly trap. It was high-intensity, with plenty of physical stunts and CGI-enhanced destruction.

"Daisy, you'll be running just behind Dylan," Wes explained, pointing out the trajectory of the scene. "Once you hit the marker, the wall starts to come down, and you've got about three seconds to make it through. We'll have debris falling, so keep your timing tight."

Daisy nodded, running through the choreography in her head. She and Dylan rehearsed the sequence a few times, dodging imaginary rubble as they sprinted through the set. The timing had to be perfect—one wrong move, and the whole sequence would need to be reset.

As they prepared for the first take, Daisy's heart raced—not from nerves, but from the adrenaline that came with these kinds of scenes. Filming action was always a rush, especially when she knew the final product would look like something straight out of a blockbuster.

"Alright, places, everyone!" Wes called out. "And... action!"

The next few hours passed in a blur of motion. Daisy ran, jumped, dodged, and ducked as pieces of the set exploded around her, the camera capturing every movement. The stunt team kept everything tight, ensuring safety while maintaining the illusion of chaos. Dylan was in his element, nailing every beat with the kind of intensity that had made him the face of the series.

By the time the scene was done, Daisy was drenched in sweat, her muscles sore from the constant strain. She loved this part of filming, though—the physicality, the way she could lose herself in the role, in the moment. It was an escape, a way to channel all the emotions she couldn't quite express otherwise.

Between takes, she found herself thinking about Taylor again. The weight of their unspoken words still hung between them, and as much as Daisy tried to push it aside, the thought of seeing Taylor again—of what might happen when she did—kept creeping back into her mind.

When they wrapped for the day, till the next shoot. Daisy pulled off her jacket and headed toward her trailer, exhausted but satisfied with the day's work. As she walked, she checked her phone, a small smile creeping onto her lips when she saw a message from Taylor.