nick → jess / season one
Because I met you, that’s why I’m okay.
You’re right, it wasn’t Nick anymore.
Best of 2011: 5 ships (couples)
[4/5] Melissa & Nick
Episode Stills - 1.08 of Jane by Design
She was preceded by the sound of her heels clicking furiously across the linoleum as she jogged to catch up to him.
“Nick!”
He flinched upon hearing his name, heart sinking like a stone to the pit of his stomach. Turning around slowly, he was greeted by the sight of a breathless Melissa striding down the empty hallway, dress swirling about her ankles like ink. As soon as they locked eyes their power surged, filling the air with a swelling static that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He could sense her more clearly now. She was angry.
“Is it true? Is it?” she demanded. She didn’t need to explain. He could feel her thoughts pressing against his conscious, a tornado of dizzying emotion that temporarily rent him incapable of speech. She was hurting, and so he hurt. It clawed bloody scratches along his insides and he swallowed back the ache in his throat, the ache that she felt right now as she looked at him through a disbelieving haze.
“Melissa…” Nick sighed softly, rubbing the back of his neck. Seeing her standing there before him, looking impossibly stunning with that leather jacket—his jacket—resting on her shoulders, he couldn’t bring himself to lie to her face. Not anymore. He had hurt her enough. He resisted the urge to close the space between them and cup her face in his hands, press a kiss to her temple, undo that one moment of weakness that would unravel everything good that had happened in his life because of her.
She must have sensed his guilt because she sucked in an audible breath and recoiled, stumbling back. “How could you?” Her voice broke. “She was my best friend! I gave you both everything!”
His face closed off and his eyes shuttered. “I know,” he murmured, backing away slowly. I’m sorry. He whispered it over and over like a prayer, but the words never made it past his lips.
She stood stock still in his wake, breath coming in painful bursts as his back receded into the yawning dark of the corridor ahead. Then he turned the corner and was gone.
Guess we’re on the same page. Can’t do magic alone, right?
but there’s a song inside of this heart of mine,
and id like to sing it to you.
cus there’s an earthquake shaking inside of my county,
no what am i gonna do!?
