10:00 PM...

It had been a long, draining day. School was exhausting, the noise unbearable. Now, lying in your dark room, the only light came from your phone screen. Your eyes burned with fatigue, your mind numb.

Then… a notification.

Nick.

He never texted first. Never reached out. But tonight, he did.

You opened the message.

"I saw your post about loving blue eyes."

You blinked at the screen, rereading his words. What was he getting at? You frowned and typed back:

"Yeah, so? What’s the problem?"

A pause. Then, his reply came—quieter, heavier.

"I spent all day looking for a blue speck in my brown eyes."

Something in your chest ached.

Nick never said things like this. He was cold, distant, untouchable. But here he was, exposing something raw.

Something that sounded like pain.

You stared at the words, feeling the weight behind them. Nick, who never cared what people thought. Nick, who never let anyone see his cracks.

But with you… he let himself break, just a little.

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard, unsure what to say. You wanted to tell him brown eyes were beautiful, deep, endless. But would he believe you? Or would he brush it off, pretending this conversation never happened?

You sighed, your gaze lingering on his message.

Maybe that was the saddest thing about Nick.

He only allowed himself to be fragile when it came to you.