𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘| Miguel Diaz [COMPLETED]

𝒍𝒊𝒊. benvinguts a barcelona

chapter fifty-two:
❛ benvinguts a barcelona ❜

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Arizona blinked, the buzzing hum of the arena growing distant as her eyes locked onto the figure standing in the opposing lineup. Among the sea of competitors, Tory stood out unmistakably, clad in the bold red and black colors of Cobra Kai. The emblem emblazoned on the back of her jacket gleamed under the unforgiving fluorescent lights, an undeniable statement of loyalty. It was one thing to know Tory would be here-Arizona had braced herself for it. But seeing her there, on the opposite side of the divide, hit harder than she expected.

The sight knocked the air out of Arizona's lungs, leaving her rooted in place. Her stomach twisted uncomfortably as a sharp pang of something between betrayal and regret settled deep in her chest. Instinctively, her hand brushed over the fabric of her gi, resting on the spot where the tattoo on her arm was hidden-the word "Traitor," stark and mocking, a permanent reminder of Tory's sharp edges and their shared, fractured history.

The memories came rushing back in vivid flashes: late-night conversations, heated arguments, and desperate attempts to pull Tory away from Cobra Kai's grasp. Arizona had wanted so badly to believe there was more to her, something that could break through the armor Tory wore so tightly. But now, seeing her stand there so confidently, representing everything Arizona had fought against, it felt like all her efforts had been futile.

Gunther's booming voice echoed across the arena, calling the competitors to attention, but Arizona barely heard it. The noise of the crowd seemed to fade into static as her focus remained locked on Tory.

The expression on Tory's face was unreadable, as sharp and unwavering as ever. But there was something else, something buried deep beneath the surface. It wasn't just defiance or pride-Arizona thought she saw the faintest flicker of something softer. Regret? Hesitation?

The spark of anger ignited within Arizona, rising quickly and burning hot. It was a familiar feeling, one she didn't fully understand but couldn't suppress. Her chest tightened as her emotions collided-frustration, confusion, and something she didn't want to name. Hurt? Disappointment?

She clenched her fists tightly, trying to steady herself as the pressure mounted. The arena around her felt suffocating, the weight of expectation and unresolved feelings pressing down on her. The crowd's cheers and chatter blurred into the background like static, and for a moment, it felt like she was entirely alone in the room.

Then a warm, steadying touch broke through the chaos. Arizona glanced down to see Miguel's hand slipping into hers, his fingers intertwining with hers in a silent gesture of reassurance. She turned her head to meet his gaze, and the concern in his eyes was immediate and unmistakable. He didn't say anything-he didn't need to. His presence alone was enough to pull her back from the brink.