Nick was always the quiet one, the kind of person who observed more than he spoke. His presence was calming, like a steady, gentle breeze. With dark, thoughtful eyes and messy hair that often fell over his forehead, he had a look of someone who carried a lot inside, though he rarely let it show. He was loyal, protective, and deeply intuitive, always knowing when something was wrong with you before you even said a word. Nick was the kind of friend who made you feel understood, without needing to 