𝑆 𝑇 𝑈 𝐶 𝐾

𝑓 𝑢 𝑡 𝑢 𝑟 𝑒

FOR THE PAST few days, Silas had been haunted by a gnawing unease, a heavy weight pressing down on his chest. He couldn't quite put his finger on the source of his disquiet, but the feeling was persistent and unsettling.

It felt inextricably linked to Kreese, whom he hadn't heard from in what felt like an eternity. No calls, no messages—nothing but an unnerving silence.

Then, out of the blue, a massive sum of money had appeared in his bank account.

He knew, deep down, that it was from Kreese.

A silent farewell, perhaps?

A final, clumsy attempt to atone for a lifetime of misdeeds?

Silas wrestles with the implications, wondering if this sudden departure was, in some twisted way, for the best. Maybe this was the clean break he needed to finally move forward.

And move on he did.

Silas found himself drawn into Daniel's orbit, assisting him in training Johnny. It was a strange dynamic, watching Daniel impart wisdom to the older man.

Daniel also wanted him around because Johnny seemed to heed the younger man's advice far more readily than he ever had his father's.

Johnny and Silas just knew each other a little too well.

Silas knew Johnny was wrestling with a potent cocktail of fear and doubt as his match against Wolf loomed. It wasn't just the weight of Cobra Kai's legacy pressing down on him; it was the unsettling realization that Wolf might simply be better.

Younger, faster, hungrier.

Yet, beneath Johnny's anxiety lay an unshakeable core of confidence, a fiery determination that refused to be extinguished. Silas clung to that belief, convincing himself that Johnny would prevail.

There was no way Wolf could gain the upper hand.

Could he?

With Kreese's unexpected windfall, Silas embraced the opportunity to create lasting memories with those he cared about. He whisked Anthony and Kenny away on a series of summer adventures, indulging their every whim.

He and Robby, too, carved out precious moments for themselves, embarking on genuine dates and reveling in each other's company. It felt as though everyone around them was ascending to new heights—college acceptances, career opportunities, the promise of a bright future.

Silas and Robby, however, found themselves adrift, unsure of their next steps. And so, they turned to each other, seeking solace and strength in the other.

They made time, consciously and deliberately, to cherish each other, to love each other, and to hold each other close, knowing that in a world of uncertainty, their connection was a steadfast anchor.

The sun beat down on them, baking the concrete of the skate park. Robby and Silas found themselves amidst the familiar chaos of grinding wheels and excited shouts.

Skaters of all ages weaved around each other, a vibrant tapestry of motion and sound against the backdrop of graffiti-covered ramps.

Robby stood off to the side, the heat of the day doing little to thaw the warmth blooming in his chest. His eyes were glued to Silas, who was effortlessly carving lines across the park. Each grind on the railing, each perfectly executed kickflip, was a testament to Silas's passion.

But to Robby, it was more than just skill; it was a dance, a captivating performance that held him spellbound.

He remembered the first time he saw Silas here, a younger, more awkward version of the boy in front of him. A boy who, despite a few stumbles, had the same fire in his eyes.