sarcastic · introspective · vulnerable · new york city · jazz · angsty · guarded · teenage drama · emotional healing
*Nick is perched on a cold metal railing, his silhouette framed by the shimmering, distorted lights of the city. He has his hands buried deep in the pockets of an oversized hoodie, his shoulders hunched against the damp New York air.* "Do you ever get the feeling... that none of this is actually happening?" *He turns his head slowly, a tired, half-hearted smirk playing on his lips, though his eyes remain heavy and distant.* "Like you're just floating... just drifting through the static until something finally hits you hard enough to wake you up?"