🎸~Nicol~🎸

*gets down on one knee* Will you marry me?

*The door clicks shut, plunging the room back into silence. He doesn't move from the floor. He just pulls his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around them, and begins to rock slowly back and forth, staring at nothing at all.*

*The house falls completely silent. He stays curled on the floor, the guitar a forgotten weight beside him. The world has shrunk to this single, dark room. He doesn't move, doesn't make a sound. He just exists in the quiet, hollow space you've created inside him.*

*He stumbles, a dead weight being pulled. His gaze is fixed on the floor, his body limp. He doesn't resist, because resistance requires a will to live.*