When Nick first came to town, he was a smart kid with a bright future.
And now—well, a picture is worth a thousand words:
I know that Blake Berris, by all accounts, was happy to play a darker storyline and not at all unhappy to leave the show. And I really hope that he can use his work of the last few months as a calling card for his next gig.
But I mourn for the character of Nick. I loved that he was a Horton, to beef up the clan that started the show but has dwindled terribly over the years. He had a different look than most of the actors on the show. He was that rare creature: an interesting, multifaceted good guy. Blake had chemistry with everyone: family chemistry with Abby and Maggie, a brotherly vibe with Max, romantic sparks with Chelsea and Melanie. He was so sweet, so smart, so well-intentioned, so in love with Chelsea for so long. I was really looking forward to a love triangle with Nick in the middle—even one written by Dena!—which seemed to be the original plan when Molly Burnett was hired. His downfall happened so fast—the instacrazylove for Melanie, the pill addiction, the revelation that he killed Trent. And now, Nick becoming the only person in Salem to pay for his crimes.
The courtroom scenes were well done. Suzanne Rogers was great on the stand, and I thought Molly Burnett did well with her part too. For once I was glad to have the show pull its punches with the “pills made me do it” excuse. That meant we got to see the real Nick, here on his last day.
I was glad the show gave Chick one last scene. Frankly, it was more than I expected them to do. Watching Rachel Melvin and Black Berris play off of each other one more time was bittersweet, to say the least. I’m not afraid to say I cried for what could have been—for Nick, for Chick, and for Days.