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Trying to settle back into normalcy was probably one of the hardest things Emmy would ever have to do.
Since the school opened back up after the big fight, all she could think about was how none of this should've happened. They all should've been sat at the same lunch table, snickering about the most random things and going to Cobra Kai together after school.
But now Miguel was in a coma in the hospital, Aisha moved away, Tory was nowhere to be found or heard, and Emmy and Hawk were left to pick up the pieces.
The two had exchanged a number of deep talks, talking about memories with their group and how they wished things were different. They shed tears until they were too tired and passed out on the living room couch.
Mr. and Mrs. Moskowitz tried their best to make sure that the two teens were okay. Catering to their every need and providing whatever support they could. And they could both see how affected Hawk and Emmy were.
However, when around them, Hawk chose to deal with it internally, while Emmy burst out crying ever five minutes. Almost everything reminded her of Miguel. Even looking at Hawk reminded her of Miguel.
But Hawk was patient with her. He knew better than anyone that if Miguel died, Emmy would lose a part of herself that only Miguel could fill. He did his best to hold her and make sure that she didn't completely break. He just wanted her to be okay in the end.
Emmy stayed true to her words to Robby and never spoke a word of their last interaction. After watching him run away, she grew worried if that was the last time she would hear from him, but a small letter in the mail confirmed it wasn't.
She didn't know where he was now, but all he said in the letter was that he was safe and was slowly getting by. Emmy couldn't believe the amount of relief she felt when she saw his initials on the small piece of paper.
Emmy sighed as she walked back to Hawk, Mitch, and Bert, arms crossed over her chest.
"What was that about?" Hawk asked.
"Just another teacher saying I could talk to them if I need anything," she rolled her eyes. "Can't they just realize I don't wanna to talk about it anymore?"
"I'm sorry, Emmy," Bert frowned.
She smiled down at him, ruffling his head of blonde hair. "Thanks, bud."
"Let's skip the moping," Hawk draped his arm around her shoulder. "Day on, round two. Let's get it, guys."
"Ooh! Freshman. babes, eleven o'clock," Mitch commented, patting Hawk on the chest.
Emmy rolled her eyes, pushing him arm off of her as the girl began to past by. "Guys, do not ⎯ "
"Hey, ladies," Hawk started. "I know freshman year can be kinda scary. If anybody gives you any trouble, just come to me. I'm the guy ⎯ "
