Cold Hearted ⭒ Cobra Kai

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"When raindrops fell down from the sky the day you left me, an angel cried."

~raindrops (an angel cried) by Ariana Grande~

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A/N: Thank you so much for 600 followers! And I know I said I wouldn't update this soon, but I've had a pretty rough week and wanted to post something.

Warnings: abuse, addiction, anxiety, homophobia, depression, domestic violence, grief, gun violence, language, panic attacks, sexual harassment/assault, violence, weapons, and other mature themes

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Zion's POV: Four Weeks Later

"Are we there yet?" Miguel mimics a five-year-old from the backseat.

"No," I scold him light-heartedly.

"Can I at least change the music?" Miguel complains.

"You don't like Panic?" Robby turns from the passenger seat back to Miguel.

"We get it. He can sing loud," Miguel rolls his eyes platfully. "Put on some Kendrick or something."

I hand my phone that's connected to CarPlay back to Miguel. "Here. You can add something to the queue. But we're almost there."

Miguel searches on my phone for a minute. He keeps muttering to himself how he needs the perfect one. Robby and I share a smile at his excitement.

Then I pull into the gates, and Miguel pauses the music, "Isn't it insensitive to play music at a graveyard?" 

Something shifts, and my happiness drops. I try to tune out Robby as I turn off the car.

"I guess you can play it after," Robby assures him.

I take in a deep, nervous breath when I open my door. Then I get out and scan the area for the large American flag that marks the path to my family's grave. When I see it, I grab the flowers from the backseat then lock the car.

Robby walks over and takes my hand in support. Miguel follows as I lead us past a few family plots before reaching my dad's and his parent's graves. I set a flower from the bouquet by my each of my grandparent's stones before placing the rest of them with my dad. I let go of Robby's hand to sit.

"Happy birthday, Dad," I say softly.

Robby places his hand on my shoulder as Miguel actually crouches down with me. It's nice to finally have them here. Miguel was supposed to come with me a year ago, but then the school fight happened. I ended up coming alone. It's really nice to know that I'm not alone anymore.

"I should come up here more often," I admit aloud. "But I can feel you with me even in the Valley. At least, I try to." I take in a deep breath as tears begin to form.

In the silence, Robby speaks up, "Hi, um, it's Robby. If you remember me." He awkwardly speaks and comes to sit beside of me. "You should be proud of your daughter." Tears fall as I turn to look at him. "And I love her very much. I hope you... you approve of us together." He takes my hand in his.

I squeeze Robby's hand, "He did. He really liked you." I turn to Miguel awkwardly, "Did you want to, um, say something?"

Miguel shrugs, obviously a bit apprehensive. I guess it could be weird to talk to a gravestone. I just have to believe because this is all I have left of him.

"This is Miguel, my best friend," I introduce. "Him and his family have taken care of me. I know you would've loved Carmen and Yaya." I press my palm on the ground, "But there's not a day I don't miss you."