Nicholas Alexander Chavez imagines

𝕊𝕦𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕊𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖

Y/N sat on the edge of her bed, staring blankly at the wall. The afternoon sun filtered through her curtains, casting stripes of light across her cluttered room, but all she felt was a heavy blanket of darkness pressing down on her. The past few months had been a whirlwind of anxiety and self-doubt, creeping into every crevice of her mind until she barely recognized herself.

It wasn’t just the stress of school or the weight of expectations; it was the gnawing feeling that she was losing control. Each day felt like a battle against her own thoughts, and she found herself retreating further into solitude, away from friends, family, and especially Nicholas.

Nicholas. The name made her heart ache. He had been her anchor, the one who always knew how to make her laugh or remind her that she was loved. But lately, she had been pushing him away, avoiding his texts and skipping their usual hangouts. She couldn’t face him—not when she felt like this.

“Why do I keep doing this?” she muttered to herself, biting her lip. The question echoed in her mind, a relentless loop of self-criticism. She had tried to explain it to him once, the overwhelming pressure that made her feel like she was suffocating. But words failed her, and instead, she filled the silence with empty bottles of Pink Whitney and vodka, hoping the alcohol would numb the pain. It didn’t. It only amplified her loneliness, the haze of intoxication bringing no comfort, just a temporary escape that left her feeling more lost than before.

As she took another swig from her latest drink, a familiar knot of guilt twisted in her stomach. She hated the way she was treating Nicholas, the way she was treating herself. But the thought of reaching out, of admitting she was struggling, felt like an insurmountable task.

Her phone buzzed, breaking the silence. It was Nicholas. She stared at the screen, the weight of his name causing her chest to tighten. A part of her wanted to respond, to let him in, but the darker part whispered that she wasn’t worth his concern—that he’d be better off without her dragging him down.

After a moment of hesitation, she typed a quick response: “I’m busy. Can’t talk right now.” She pressed send, feeling a mix of relief and regret wash over her.

Nicholas, however, was persistent. Within minutes, he texted again: “Can I come over? I’m worried about you.”

Her heart raced, panic rising in her throat. She considered ignoring him again, but deep down, she knew she needed to talk to him. Even if it was just to push him away one more time.

“Fine,” she finally replied, not sure whether she was grateful or terrified.

When Nicholas arrived, he knocked gently as if afraid to disturb the fragile silence of her space. She took a moment to compose herself, wiping the remnants of tears from her cheeks and tossing her drink aside. Then, she opened the door.

He stepped in, his warm brown eyes searching hers. “Hey,” he said softly, taking in the disarray of her room and the way she avoided his gaze.

“Hey,” she replied, forcing a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

Nicholas frowned slightly, stepping closer. “You don’t look okay. What’s going on?”

Y/N felt her heart race. She wanted to scream, to tell him everything—the loneliness, the despair, the nights spent drowning her sorrows in cheap liquor. Instead, she shrugged, trying to downplay her turmoil. “I’m just tired.”

“Don’t give me that,” he said gently, his voice steady. “You know you can talk to me, right? I’m here for you.”

His words hit her like a wave, crashing against the walls she had built around herself. The weight of his concern felt both comforting and suffocating. She wanted to lean into him, to let him pull her from the shadows, but the fear of vulnerability held her back.

“I don’t want to drag you into my mess,” she admitted finally, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m just... I’m struggling. I feel like I’m losing myself, and I don’t know how to fix it.”

Nicholas took a step closer, his expression softening. “You don’t have to fix anything alone. We can face it together. I can help you, but you need to let me in.”

Tears prickled at her eyes, and she fought to keep them at bay. “I’ve been drinking a lot, Nicholas. Pink Whitney, vodka—just trying to escape. It’s like I’m trapped in my own head, and nothing helps.”

His eyes widened slightly, concern deepening. “Y/N, that’s serious. You’re not alone in this. I care about you too much to let you go down this path. Please, let me help.”

The walls around her heart began to crack, the truth spilling out in shaky breaths. “I thought if I pushed you away, you wouldn’t have to see me like this. I didn’t want you to worry.”

Nicholas took her hands in his, warmth radiating from his touch. “I’d rather know what you’re going through than watch you suffer in silence. You mean too much to me. I’m not going anywhere.”

Y/N finally met his gaze, the sincerity in his eyes pulling her closer. “I’m scared,” she confessed. “I don’t know how to get better.”

“It’s okay to be scared,” he said softly. “We’ll take it one step at a time. Just promise me you won’t push me away anymore. I want to be here for you, no matter how hard it gets.”

The dam within her broke, and tears streamed down her cheeks. “I promise,” she said, the weight of his words enveloping her like a warm embrace.

In that moment, Y/N realized she didn’t have to face her battles alone. With Nicholas by her side, she could find the strength to confront the shadows that had loomed over her for so long. Together, they could navigate the darkness one day at a time.

-end-

Hey loves, sorry it took me so long to post this! I've been busy with my job (I babysit), lol. I just want to say that if you're ever going through something, don't ever be afraid to speak up about it! I'm here if you need to vent about ANYTHING! Okay? Anyway, I hope you loved this chapter it was a good request I had from viaxoxoo !!! Love yall. Please remember to eat and drink water today! Have a good day/night!!