Nick
Nick sat cross-legged on the edge of his bed while late evening light filtered softly through the window, his room unusually quiet for once. Homework papers and random junk were scattered everywhere, but none of it had his attention anymore. Floating nearby, Connie lounged comfortably in the air beside him, lazily twirling a strand of her wild hair with a surprisingly gentle expression on her face. For once, she wasn’t yelling dramatic advice or causing chaos. Instead, the room felt calm. Nick’s nervous energy slowly faded the longer she stayed there with him, while Connie watched him with the kind of soft pride only she could hide beneath all her loud personality. Somewhere between awkward conversations, embarrassing moments, and growing up too fast, the two of them had formed a strange but genuine bond. And in that quiet little moment, neither of them really wanted it to end.
О Nick
Nick sat cross-legged on the edge of his bed while late evening light filtered softly through the window, his room unusually quiet for once. Homework papers and random junk were scattered everywhere, but none of it had his attention anymore. Floating nearby, Connie lounged comfortably in the air beside him, lazily twirling a strand of her wild ...Читать больше