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chapter thirty-seven:
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"Sweet. Thanks, Aurora. Tell Rico I said hey." Eli Moskowitz gave his tattoo artist a friendly fist bump as he pushed himself up from the chair, wincing slightly as he adjusted to the dull ache radiating across his freshly inked chest.

Aurora grinned at him, her hands still gloved and covered in residual ink. She nodded, offering him a reassuring smile as she turned to clean up her station. Eli stretched, glancing down at the vibrant, intricate tattoo etched into his skin-a lotus flower, beautifully shaded and detailed, covering the space where the reaper once was.

"Wow. Man, you are really going all-in on Miyagi-Do, huh?" Demetri Alexopoulos stepped up, tossing Eli's shirt in his direction. Eli caught it, smirking as he pressed the fabric lightly against his tender skin.

"It's a lotus flower," Eli chuckled, rubbing his hand gently over his sore chest, tracing the outline of the tattoo. "Symbolizes a new beginning, which is what I have now." He glanced over at Demetri, his expression softening, as if this tattoo was more than just ink-it was a symbol of everything he'd been through, a representation of who he was becoming.

Dylan Smith, leaning against the wall nearby, smiled at that, nodding with interest. "Any reason on why?" he asked, genuinely curious.

Eli scoffed playfully, rolling his eyes. "Wow, thanks for the enthusiasm," he teased, though he couldn't help but laugh. "Besides, the reaper was a bitch to cover up. So a giant flower was kind of the only option."

"It works," Demetri shrugged, giving his friend an approving nod. He wasn't one for tattoos himself, but he could appreciate the meaning behind it, the quiet significance that was so very Eli.

"It looks really good, dude," Dylan added with a warm smile, admiring the intricate lines and colors of Eli's new mark. The tattoo was vibrant, alive, and undeniably suited Eli's new direction-soft but strong, just like him.

Eli nodded his thanks, his hand still lingering over the tattoo, feeling the slight sting that reminded him it was real, that this transformation was his own.

A sigh from one of the nearby chairs caught Demetri's attention. He turned, noticing Miguel slouched over, staring at the ground as if deep in thought.

"Hey, Miguel. You good?" Demetri asked, raising a brow as he watched Miguel, who seemed slightly out of it.

Miguel glanced up, nodding as he straightened, rubbing his face tiredly. "Yeah," he replied, trying to sound upbeat. "Uh, just tired from the trip, that's all." He pushed himself out of the chair, walking over to the group. He gave Eli a thumbs-up, his eyes momentarily brightening as he looked at the tattoo. "Looks awesome, man."

Eli grinned, appreciating the silent compliment. "Well, I mean, yeah," he began, glancing at Miguel with a mischievous glint in his eye. "You spent how many hours in a car with Robby?"

Miguel rolled his eyes, sighing. "Yeah, I've never seen you around him without a John Wick-style fight breaking out," Demetri teased, smirking at Miguel's exhausted expression.

"For Sensei's sake, I've been trying not to let it get to that. Even if he deserves it." Miguel's expression turned serious for a moment, his jaw tensing as he remembered the tension in the car. "And I ended up having Arizona drive me home anyways, so it wasn't too bad. Robby says he's done with Cobra Kai, though. We'll see how that goes."

Before anyone could comment, a chime echoed through the room. Dylan's phone lit up, drawing their attention. Eli's eyes widened, leaning in with an eager grin. "Is that Sam? She finally texted back?"

Dylan glanced at his phone, his expression shifting. "Yeah. Says she wants to, uh, talk tonight." He shoved his phone back into his jean pocket, but not before Demetri caught sight of the message.

Demetri's face contorted into a grimace, and he shared a knowing look with Eli and Miguel. They exchanged glances, a silent understanding passing between them. "What did she say exactly?" Miguel asked, his tone cautious.

Dylan took a deep breath and pulled his phone out, reading aloud. "We should talk tonight."

The three boys looked at each other, worry etched in their expressions. "What?" Dylan asked, suddenly feeling the tension in the room.

"It says... we should talk?" Demetri sighed, his shoulders slumping. He looked at Dylan with a mix of sympathy and concern. "Oh, brother, you're in deep."

Dylan's brows knitted together as he tried to defend himself. "She's right. We should talk," he insisted, trying to shake off the anxiety creeping into his chest. "Last time we spoke, we had a fight."

Miguel placed a hand on Dylan's shoulder, looking at him sympathetically. "Yeah, but 'we should talk' is code for 'I want to break up,'" he pointed out, shrugging, as if it was a universal truth.

Dylan's face went pale. "What?!" he exclaimed, his voice rising an octave. "It is?"

"Not necessarily," Eli interjected, his expression a mix of encouragement and reassurance. "Moon's really big on communication, and Sam's got some similarities there. Maybe she does just want to talk?"

Dylan looked over at Miguel, hoping for a more reasonable take. Miguel gave him a sympathetic but grounded look. "Dylan, you're always jumping to rash conclusions with Arizona," he pointed out, knowing his friend's tendency to overthink and worry.

Miguel's tone softened as he added, "We need more information."

"Yes!" Demetri suddenly chimed in, his eyes lighting up as he snatched Dylan's phone. "We should send a trial balloon. Something that puts the ball in her court." He quickly typed out a response, reading it aloud to the group. "Can't wait to see you tonight. How are you?"

Eli nodded approvingly, grinning. "That's good," he said, admiring Demetri's approach.

"Yeah, it's gonna be fine, man. It's fine. We're fine," Demetri reassured him, giving Dylan's shoulder a comforting pat.

Dylan took a deep breath, nodding, though the anxiety was still simmering beneath the surface. He forced a smile, trying to believe the reassurances his friends were offering. He hoped, desperately, that this "talk" with Sam wouldn't be as bad as his imagination was making it out to be.



At the local brunch spot, sunlight streamed in through the large windows, casting a warm glow over the small, eclectic gathering. Samantha LaRusso had been insistent on Arizona joining them, practically pleading for her presence. Despite her initial resistance, Arizona had reluctantly agreed, though her mood was a mix of trepidation and uncertainty. After all, Yasmine Andrews would be there-a fact that didn't sit easily with her. Their history was complicated, and despite Yasmine's recent apology, the air between them still carried an awkward tension.

Arizona's mind was elsewhere, though, dominated by the memory of Miguel's heartfelt confession. He'd said, "I love you," and she'd brushed it off, pretending she hadn't heard him. But now, she couldn't stop thinking about it. The words replayed in her mind, taunting her. Did she love him back? She didn't even know what real love looked like; she'd never seen it last, let alone thrive. The uncertainty gnawed at her, creating a whirlwind of doubt and introspection.

Yasmine, sitting across from her, smirked as she checked her phone, breaking Arizona's train of thought. "Desperate," she chuckled, reading a text Dylan had sent to Sam. "But cute. He knows he's in deep shit." Yasmine's amused tone masked a glint of sincerity; she'd grown fond of Sam's boyfriend, even if she enjoyed teasing him from a distance.

Sam, frowning, glanced over at Yasmine before sighing deeply. "I just... I feel like things have been off lately," she confessed, her gaze drifting to her phone as if it held the answers she sought. "There's so much I wanna say. Maybe I should just... lay it all out?" She looked around the table, searching for advice.

"No! No, less is more," Yasmine exclaimed, her hands darting out to seize Sam's phone before she could craft any wordy confessions.

"I'm with Yas," Moon chimed in, nodding thoughtfully. "It's better to have these conversations in person." She reached for her iced matcha, taking a long sip as she looked at Sam with a gentle but supportive smile.

"Mm-hm. Keep it short, not sweet," Yasmine added, her fingers flying over Sam's screen as she typed a reply. She handed the phone back with a satisfied nod, crossing her arms with a confident air.

Sam looked at the response with a bit of hesitation. "I'm okay," she read aloud, then paused, uncertain. "Should I add a smiley face or something?"

"No!" Yasmine exclaimed, horrified at the thought.

"Definitely," Moon countered with a light laugh, sending Yasmine a playful eye roll.

"Yeah," Arizona added, her voice thoughtful as she nodded in agreement with Moon. "We don't want him to overthink, especially if he's with Demetri. He loves to jump to crazy conclusions." She glanced at Yasmine, who raised an eyebrow, half-amused, half-annoyed.

"You're right." Sam nodded, feeling a little more confident. "So... smiley face?"

"No!" Yasmine asserted again, this time with even more conviction. "You don't want to sugarcoat it and have him thinking everything is perfectly fine."

Sam's gaze shifted to Arizona, as if seeking the final word. Arizona met her eyes, but the uncertainty lingered on her face. She shrugged, feeling torn between the opposing advice. After all, she'd been in Dylan's shoes before-analyzing every word, every punctuation mark, trying to decipher hidden meanings. Still, she didn't want to throw Sam off or make her overthink it.

The four of them sat in silence for a moment, each lost in their own thoughts, the air tinged with a blend of friendship, lingering tensions, and the unspoken fears they each carried.




The four boys huddled close around Dylan's phone screen, watching with bated breath as they waited for a response from Sam. The moment the phone finally chimed, a wave of tension washed over them-only to be quickly replaced with disappointment as they skimmed through her message. It was short. No warmth, no smiley face, not even a hint of reassurance.

"Dude, that's bad," Eli muttered, shaking his head. "There's not even an emoji."

"Yeah, man, she is not okay," Demetri agreed, eyes wide with concern.

"You need to do something to turn this around, stat," Miguel added, looking at Dylan like he was a lost cause.

Dylan ran a hand through his hair, exasperated. "What do I do?" he pleaded, glancing desperately at his friends.

Demetri's eyes lit up with an idea. "I think I have an idea," he said confidently, his tone full of mischief.

His plan? A trip to one of the jewelry shops in the mall, with the hope that Dylan could "buy her love back with an accessory." According to Demetri, this tactic worked wonders with Yasmine, even though everyone knew she was far more materialistic than Sam.

"I got Yasmine a charm bracelet here," Demetri explained as they strolled into the glitzy, brightly lit store. "Plus, a new charm for every fight we have. She can barely lift her arm now."

"That is not the flex you think it is," Dylan deadpanned, shaking his head. "But hey, whatever makes her happy."

They wove their way through the glass cases filled with glittering jewelry, the soft hum of the store's music adding a strange tension to the scene. Dylan paused, looking uncertain. "Okay, explain to me again why I have to buy expensive jewelry," he questioned, glancing at Demetri with skepticism. "Maybe Sam is okay, and you guys are just reading too much into it."

"Cuz, this is a five-alarm fire," Demetri insisted, shaking his head with a kind of end-of-the-world seriousness. "If anything, we're not reading into it enough. Okay?"

Just then, one of the store clerks approached them with a welcoming smile. "Can I help you find something?" she asked, her voice cheerful and inviting.

"Um, yes," Dylan nodded, trying to put on a confident front. "I'm looking for something special for my girlfriend."

"That's so sweet!" she beamed, practically melting on the spot. "Is it for a birthday? An anniversary?"

Demetri chimed in before Dylan could respond, flashing a sly grin. "He left the country without telling her after a karate tournament with his best friend, who happens to be a girl and, you know, used to be in love with him."

Dylan's eyes widened, and he shot Demetri a mortified look. "Dude!" he hissed under his breath, feeling his face flush with embarrassment as he glanced at the worker nervously.

The woman cleared her throat, visibly taken aback. "That's... a new one," she managed, maintaining her professional composure despite the awkwardness. "How about a nice pair of earrings?"

But before she could lead them over to the earring section, something caught Dylan's eye-a delicate necklace hanging beneath the glass display. It was a small, sparkling star pendant that seemed to shimmer under the store lights.

"How much is that?" Dylan asked, his gaze transfixed on the necklace.

"The star?" she asked, lifting it carefully from the case and handing it to him. The moment it touched his hand, a sense of calm washed over Dylan, his face lighting up with a small smile. "It's perfect," he murmured, almost to himself. "But I don't think I'm gonna be able to afford it."

The woman, sensing his disappointment, offered a sympathetic smile. "Actually, it's been reduced."

Dylan perked up, hope reigniting in his eyes. "Reduced? Great. How much?" Miguel asked eagerly.

"After tax, it's one hundred and eighty-two dollars," she replied, as if she'd just revealed a generous discount.

Dylan's face fell as he let out a heavy sigh, while Eli and Miguel both cringed. "Do you maybe have one with... fewer diamonds?" Miguel asked, wincing slightly.

The woman chuckled softly, clearly amused by their predicament. "Let me check in the back. There might be something similar in a simpler design." She disappeared into the stockroom, leaving the boys to exchange uneasy glances.

As they waited, Demetri clapped a hand on Dylan's shoulder. "Don't worry, man. It's gonna work out. Sam's worth it, right?"

Dylan gave a small nod, still feeling the sting of the price tag but knowing that, no matter what, he'd figure out a way to make things right with her. "Yeah... she is," he whispered, as if reminding himself of why they were here in the first place.



As the four girls entered the salon, they were greeted by a burst of pastel colors and the scent of lavender in the air. The space was a paradise of soft pinks, purples, and blues, with plush seating areas, delicate chandeliers, and serene spa music playing softly in the background. The walls were adorned with inspirational quotes about self-love and empowerment, framed in ornate, floral designs. Matching silky robes wrapped around each of them, the material cool against their skin.

Moon was already bubbling with excitement, their faces lighting up as they took in the familiar surroundings. They were the picture of pure joy, skipping slightly as they moved forward. Yasmine, however, was glued to her phone, her fingers tapping away furiously. Sam trailed behind, a cloud of melancholy hanging over her, while Arizona looked around, her expression unreadable.

"Moon, this place is so... you," Sam commented, a half-hearted smile tugging at her lips.

Moon squealed. "Isn't it just perfect?" Moon exclaimed, her voice filled with enthusiasm.

Yasmine, still texting, stepped closer to Arizona. Without looking up, she asked, "So, what's your deal?" Yasmine barely spared her a glance, her attention fixed on the screen.

Moon, sensing the tension, quickly interjected. "When Eli and I broke up, there was a lot of negative energy. This place helped cut through the noise. Which is why I brought you here," she explained, draping an arm around Sam's shoulders.

Sam offered her a blank stare, clearly not as enthusiastic as Moon had hoped. Moon pressed on, undeterred. "Come on, Sam. You've gotta find yourself. Figure out who you really are!"

"They also do facials. So..." Yasmine added, glancing up briefly to make the suggestion, her tone matter-of-fact.

Arizona shot Yasmine a look, the urge to roll her eyes barely suppressed.

Moon began leading the way deeper into the salon, her arm still looped around Sam, guiding her like a lost child. Yasmine followed, her steps languid and unhurried as she resumed her texting. Arizona sighed and followed.

Sam hesitated for a moment, then allowed herself to be led, her expression softening just a little. She wasn't sure what to expect from this outing, but with Arizona by her side and Moon's relentless optimism, maybe-just maybe-it wouldn't be so bad after all.





Moon led the group to a dimly lit room that held an air of mystery, its centerpiece a sleek, futuristic-looking water pod. The pod, with its smooth curves and soft, ambient lighting, looked both inviting and intimidating, like something out of a sci-fi movie.

Moon turned to the others with a broad smile, clearly excited to share this experience. "This is where the magic happens," she said, gesturing to the pod.

Sam hesitated, eyeing the contraption with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. "What is this, exactly?" she asked, her voice tinged with skepticism.

Arizona, who had been scanning the room with a critical eye, arched an eyebrow as she took in the pod's appearance. "Looks like something from Stranger Things," she remarked, her tone half-joking.

Moon chuckled softly. "That's what it is, basically," she said, her voice playful yet informative.

Arizona's eyes lit up with excitement. "For real?" she said, her awe palpable. The idea of tapping into something deeper, like her favorite TV heroine, filled her with an unexpected thrill.

Moon laughed at Arizona's enthusiasm, clearly pleased that at least one of their friends was on board with the experience. "This is a self-actualization pod," Moon explained, her tone soft but earnest.

Sam still looked unsure, glancing between the pod and Moon. "So, like a sensory deprivation tank? Like Arizona said... from Stranger Things?" she asked, trying to wrap her head around the concept.

Moon shook her head quickly, her expression brightening as she launched into an explanation. "Oh, God, no! They don't call them that anymore. It's not about deprivation. It's about connection with your innermost self." Her voice was filled with a kind of hopeful sincerity that only Arizona could pull off.

Arizona, already buzzing with excitement, squealed and grabbed Sam by the shoulders, shaking her gently. "Oh my god! I'm so excited," she exclaimed, her eyes wide with anticipation.

Moon laughed, enjoying Arizona's contagious enthusiasm. "Arizona, relax! You're gonna love it," she reassured her friend, still grinning.

Sam, however, was less enthusiastic. She sighed heavily, her apprehension growing the more she looked at the pod. "Thanks, but I'm still gonna pass. I already have nightmares about drowning in shallow bodies of water," she admitted, her voice dropping to a more somber note.

Arizona's excitement faltered, her eyes widening slightly in surprise. "Oh wow," she muttered, not sure how to respond to that.

Arizona earned an eye roll from Sam. What was that about?

What Arizona didn't know was the nightmares included her and Tory.

Moon blinked, momentarily at a loss for words. Sam's fears were more intense than she had realized, and it threw her off for a moment. "Wow. That's dark," Yasmine commented, her voice devoid of empathy, as usual.

Moon stepped closer to Arizona, her expression softening with understanding. "Arizona, ever since the tournament, you've been off balance. It's clear there's been some tension with Miguel. Since he, well... said "I love you." The only thing you're gonna find in this pod is yourself. That's not so scary, right?" she asked gently, her words meant to soothe rather than push. "So have you, Sam. This will help."

Sam looked between the girls, seeing the mixture of concern and support in their eyes. After a moment of contemplation, she sighed again, this time with resignation. "Okay," she said quietly, giving in to their encouragement.

Moon squealed with delight, clapping her hands together. "This is gonna be great, Sam! You'll feel so much better afterward, I promise," she said, her excitement palpable.

Maybe this girls' day wouldn't be so bad after all.



Dylan approached Miyagi-Do with a heavy heart, the small box with the star necklace tucked securely in his pocket. As he walked in, he saw Sam's back turned, her posture tense. He could feel something was different, like an invisible wall had built up between them.

"Hey," he said softly, trying to keep his voice steady.

Sam turned around, her expression unreadable, but her eyes betrayed a hint of sadness. "Hey..." she murmured, her voice trailing off as she looked at him, as if searching for the right words.

Dylan took a small step closer, feeling the weight of everything that had led to this moment. "Um... Look, Sam, I owe you an apology. I shouldn't have abandoned you like that. I wanted to help Arizona-she does these irrational things, and I just didn't want her to get hurt. But I wasn't thinking about you. Or us." His voice was thick with sincerity as he spoke, and he could see a flicker of understanding in her eyes.

Sam nodded slowly, her gaze dropping to the ground. "Dylan, you... you don't need to explain. Arizona is your best friend. Friends before girlfriends, right?" She gave a small, forced smile, but it faded quickly. "I shouldn't have yelled at you. I was only thinking about myself. I... I was so wrapped up in the tournament. I wasn't being sensitive to the fact that you were keeping Arizona safe. As hard as it was to be on the other side of that... I really respect you for doing what you thought was right."

She paused, her expression crumbling as she struggled with her next words. "But... now I need time."

Dylan's heart sank, feeling an ache he couldn't quite describe. He wanted to reach out, to somehow make things better, but he knew she needed to get this out. "Ever since my dad opened the dojo, my whole life has been about karate. It's affected everything-my family, my friends... us." Her voice wavered, and he could see the pain etched in her face.

Dylan bit his lip, his own eyes glistening. He had never seen Sam so vulnerable, and it broke something inside him.

"I just... I need a little break to figure out who I am outside of all that," she explained, her words thick with sorrow and determination.

He swallowed, barely able to get the words out. "I understand," he muttered, voice barely above a whisper.

At that, Sam's composure crumbled, tears spilling over as she finally let go of the hurt she'd been holding onto. "I'm not okay, right now," she confessed, her voice barely holding steady. "I don't think I will be until I figure this out for myself. I just need to take time to do that. But it doesn't mean that we can't still be friends."

Dylan couldn't hold back anymore; he stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her in a gentle, comforting embrace. They held each other in silence for a moment, both lost in the shared pain of what they were saying goodbye to.

When he finally pulled back, he could barely bring himself to look at her. Without another word, he turned and walked toward the gate, feeling each step like a heavy weight on his chest. As he reached the bushes by the entrance, he took out the diamond star necklace he'd bought for her, the small token of affection that now felt like a hollow reminder of something they'd lost.

Dylan stared at it for a moment, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of his lips. It was supposed to be a symbol of his love, a way to make things right. But now, it felt meaningless. With a deep sigh, he let it fall from his hand, the star pendant landing softly in the sand by the bush.

He pushed open the gate and walked out, leaving behind both the necklace and the girl he had cared so much about.



Arizona was lounging on her couch, half-heartedly watching a TV show while her thoughts drifted to everything that had happened recently. She'd been replaying Miguel's words in her head, wondering what love really felt like. Just as she was about to sink further into her thoughts, a soft knock on the door jolted her.

She frowned, not expecting anyone this late. Curious, she padded over to the door and pulled it open, only to find Dylan standing there, tears streaming down his cheeks, his shoulders slumped in defeat. He looked so broken, more vulnerable than she'd ever seen him.

"Dylan..." she whispered, eyes widening as she took in his expression.

Before he could say anything, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him in a warm, comforting hug. He didn't hesitate to bury his face against her shoulder, his quiet sobs muffled against her shirt. Arizona just held him, gently rubbing his back as he let out the emotions he'd been holding in.

After a few moments, she pulled back slightly, giving him a soft, understanding smile. "Hey, want to come inside?" she asked, keeping her voice calm and gentle. "I've got this new essential oil I've been wanting to try. It's supposed to be super relaxing." She offered a small grin, trying to lighten the mood just a little.

Dylan managed a weak nod, wiping his face with the back of his hand as he stepped inside. Arizona closed the door behind them and guided him to the couch, making sure he was comfortable before heading to her small collection of essential oils on the counter. She picked up a lavender blend, something soothing, and brought it over to him, holding it out.

"Here," she said, opening the bottle and letting him take in the calming scent. "Just breathe it in. It helps me when I feel... like everything's too much."

Dylan took a shaky breath, inhaling the gentle scent. The faintest hint of a smile appeared on his face as he let the fragrance wash over him, his shoulders relaxing a little. "Thanks, Arizona," he whispered, looking up at her with gratitude.

She gave him a soft smile and settled down beside him, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "You don't have to thank me. I'm here for you, always," she promised, her voice barely above a whisper.

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, the scent of lavender filling the room as Dylan slowly started to feel a sense of calm return, knowing he wasn't alone.















































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