Hello there, NikaBlackwater here and that's my first fanfiction. I got the inspiration while listening to Disturbeds song 'sound of silence' and Foo Fighters 'stranger things have happened before'. It's kind of dark and short but there will be more :) I still hope you'll like it.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Zootopia or any of its characters.

Dust covered the furniture in the bedroom, dimly lit by the setting sun. A lone figure sat on the bed, face obscured by shadows. The soft glow of a cigarette could be seen, occasionslly lightening up the face of the fox, sitting quietly there. A coarse sigh escaped his throat.

"Its been two weeks since she left.." he thought to himself, ambsently taking a drag from the cigarette.

Soon as she left, he picked up the one habit she hated the most again. If she would be here, cancer from those things, would be the last thing to worry about.

He looked over to the door, wishing she would come through the door but he knew it wouldn't happen. He messed up. If he just could have behaved, then she wouldn't be gone now, no, she would be by his side, talking about her interest, dreams or family, hours and hours on end. Now the lonelieness and silence were suffocating him, drowning him in that dark swamp. The silence in his apartment grew deafening as the seconds ticked by, driving his already mind deeper into an growing depression.

"Why couldn't I shut that big mouth of mine?" He hissed into the room, while getting up from his bed. Moving to the window he pulled up the half closed blinds, staring loningly out on the street. Maybe she'll comes back? No, don't be an idiot, he told himself. There was no way she would ever come back to him. Not after that incident. He squeezed out his cigarette in his overfilled ashtray, sitting on the windowsill.

He let himself fall on his bed again, going over what happened two weeks ago for the hundredth time. Hadn't he he made that one rude remark about their jobs at the ZPD, they wouldn't have got into that fight, that tore apart their long friendship. Nothing pained him more than seeing her being hurt by his actions and he hated himself for it.

Tears rolled over his cheeks. He just couldn't change his attitude. Couldnt change his stupid, sarcastic demeanor, no matter how much he tried, and it had driven his most prescious person away. His only friend...

"How some stupid words can ruin your life, eh Nicky?" he said out loud bitterly.

The more he thought about her, the crazier he got. Pacing restlessy in his now dark room, Ran his paws through his fur roughy, ripping out some strands of fur in the process. He even chewed his nails. The distraught fox leaned on the wall, slowly sliding down, sobbing. "Fuck that, 'never let them see that they got to you'... fuck it all…"

After what fellt like ages, the fox got up, picked up his jacket and left his apartment complex. Breathing in the crisp night air he walked slowly around the city, aimlessly he went through the streets. Passing bar after bar, brothel after brothel and park after park. The most animals he met were either to drunk after partying or made a huge arc around the red eyed and roughed up fox. He walke for hours, until he stopped at the cliff where they found the animals-turned-savage.

He looked back to the huge facility, smiling weakly at the memories of those days. Sighing heavily he turned to the cliff.

"I love you… Judy.." Nick whispered as he slowly let himself fall off the cliff.