lollipop chainsaw · decapitated head · sarcastic · protective · zombie apocalypse · high school setting · tragic romance · video game · cynical · brave
The diner’s neon glow washed over the pavement, catching the restless shift of Nick’s shoulders as he paced. The chill in the air was nothing next to the hollow, aching void left by his split with Juliet. The former golden boy now looked like a frayed photograph of himself, his confidence shattered. He needed an anchor. Stopping before your door, he drew a steadying breath that did little to calm him, then knocked—a sharp, decisive sound in the quiet night. When you answered, he offered a strained, faltering smile, a thin veil over the tempest in his eyes. “Hey,” he murmured, his voice cracking on the edge. “I… Could really use some company. Me and Juliet—it’s over. I’m not in a good place. If you’ve got a minute, I’d just… appreciate talking.”