A frown fell on Moon's face and her smile disappeared the moment she opened the door and saw him.

The disappointment in those pretty chocolate-brown eyes cut through Hawk's chest like a knife into butter, making him let out a fast, nervous exhale.

"Can we talk?"

"Hawk—" Moon wrapped her arms around her body and avoided his eyes. "I don't think it's a good idea."

Her words stung, but he squared his shoulders and tilted up his chin. He had been planning to flirt and charm his way past Moon's defenses to get to the truth, but now in front of her gaze, he realized he didn't have what it would take. He was aching, his soul was an open wound, everything in him was sore and broken and hurting, and Moon saw right through him, as she always did.

"Are you gonna tell me to leave?"

Conflicted, she bit her lip. "I should. You've done horrible things, you know. People are getting hurt because of you."

"Please?" he groaned, letting her hear just how desperate he was. "Five minutes? It's about Sky."

She let out a resigned sigh and opened the door for him to pass. "Fine, five minutes. But no more, I still have a Yoga class today."

She walked to the living room and took a seat on the couch - and as he followed her, Hawk realized he hadn't been here since that damn party at the end of the summer vacation. The party that now felt like a thousand years ago, even if it was not more than a couple of months. With a jolt he remembered the taste of Sky's mouth - alcohol, desire, need - as he kissed her in the backyard, pushing her against the wall–

And then, only a couple of days later, the school fight had happened.

He pushed away the memory of Sky lying on the floor in a pool of blood, but it still managed to pierce his heart. How many times would he have to fear for her life? He didn't know how much more he could take, he hated that he couldn't stop thinking about her, couldn't stop loving her, couldn't stop caring. The fear was clenching his windpipe, taking his breath away. She could be dying at this very moment - Hell, she could be dead for all he knew—

"Where is Sky?" The words escaped his mouth as soon as he sat down next to Moon. "Please— she's been gone for a week and no one is telling me shit! Can you— can you just let me know if she's okay?"

Moon's chocolate eyes melted, the hard line of her mouth softened. She pushed a couple of escaped curls behind her ear, and Hawk couldn't help noticing how beautiful she was, and even more beautiful because of the kindness and love she had for everyone. She was like the sun - her light banished even the darkest shadows.

"You still love her, don't you?"

Her words made his heart thump painfully against his ribs.

"Even if I did, it wouldn't matter," he muttered, casting his eyes down to his hands that were clenched in fists in his lap. "She fucking hates me."

"She hates the things you've done," Moon replied softly. "What you said and did… you really hurt her."

What you said? So Sky had told Moon about the things he had shouted at her that horrible night. Hawk felt his cheeks heating - he had hoped no one knew, that no one had found out about the most disgusting thing he had ever done. It had been bad enough that Mom had heard them - that shame still felt sticky on Hawk's soul, and he suspected it would never get better.

Had Sky told everyone? No wonder they all looked at him like he was a pile of dog shit on the sidewalk.

"I know. I know I fucked up." He swallowed hard, but the lump in his throat wouldn't move. "Moon— where is she? Is she— is she okay?"

For a short moment, Moon hesitated. She pursed her lips as if trying to decide if she should say anything, and again Hawk feared she would just tell him to leave. She certainly had no reason to trust him.

"Is it about the drugs?" He asked. "Cause I know she's using."

"How do you know about that?" Moon's eyes widened. "None of us knew."

What was there to say? That he knew Sky had been using opiates on-off ever since Kat had died? That most of them had been prescribed for her, for pain, for anxiety, for her PTSD, but not all? That he knew Sky had bought some stuff from the street in Naples during their break last summer, that she had suffered so much without him that she had wanted to die?

Those were Sky's secrets, not his.

"I saw her taking pills in school," he said, his voice thin in his ears. "I know that asshole Cody Bishop was selling her. That's why I beat him up."

Moon's eyes turned a shade darker, she let out a slow exhale. "You took that too far. Yeah, Cody shouldn't have sold to her, but he didn't deserve what you did to him. Sky took that so hard."

"Look—" Hawk was beginning to be desperate. "I'm not here to talk about Cody. I just wanna know what happened to Sky. Did she— did she try to overdose again, or–?"

"I don't know. I don't know what happened, but I do know that her dad sent her to rehab. It was a week ago, but I haven't heard anything from her since."

Rehab.

Hawk let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. His hands were trembling from relief. Jesus Christ, she's alive—

"Thank fuck—" he breathed. "Jesus— that's actually— good news, right?"

"I hope so. Maybe it'll help her get better."

"I should have told someone," Hawk brought a hand to his lips. He felt like he was choking, it was a struggle to keep his voice even. "Shit— I should have told her Dad, or—"

"It's not your fault," Moon replied, and just like that, as if it wasn't a big deal at all, she took his hand in hers and squeezed his cold, trembling fingers gently. Her kindness was more than he deserved, it hurt way more than any mean words or a punch in the face would have hurt.

"It is, though. I bet she started using because of all the shit I said to her."

Moon didn't pull away her hand. She leaned closer, her warmth, her delicate scent of lavender filled the air and Hawk was drawn to her as always, drawn to her kindness, to the way he made her feel like there still was something good in him, even after everything he had done—

"You know, people would forgive you if you just apologized. There is no reason why we can't all be friends again.."

Moon's words almost made him choke, his glance shot up. He pulled his hand away from hers, clenched it in a fist so that she wouldn't try to take it again.

"Really?" He couldn't help the sarcasm in his voice. "Would Demetri forgive me for breaking his arm? Or Sky, would she forgive me for all the shit I've put her through?"

"Yes," Moon replied with conviction. "Yes they would, if you truly meant it."

"Too fucking late for that."

Those words were bitter, they twisted his face.

Moon looked sad but didn't argue, and Hawk swallowed the rest of the spiteful comments that were already at the tip of his tongue. Sweet, beautiful Moon - if everyone was like her, they could all be friends, her trust in the power of love would be enough to stop a fucking World War. Not for the first time, Hawk wondered how could she be so fucking naive, so fucking innocent? How could she see good in everybody when most people were nothing but shit? How could she see good in him?

How the fuck can she think Sky would ever forgive me?

Unless—

Unless Moon knows something I don't.

That thought felt like a punch in the gut. He drew in a fast, nervous breath.

"Moon, has Sky said something to you? About me?"

Moon looked down, a frown fell on her sweet face as she pulled some loose curls behind her ear. "I can't talk about that. What she said was confidential."

Hawk's heart gave a slow, painful thump. With breathtaking clarity came the memory of the moment he had stepped out of the bathroom with Maya, and Sky had stood in front of them, her eyes wide and full of tears and emotion she hadn't been able to hide. He had known, at that moment he had fucking known she still loved him—

Suddenly he felt dizzy. Later, he had been sure he had been mistaken. The way Sky had thrown herself into Cody's arms– Damn, it still broke his heart to remember that, the kiss, the sounds Sky made when Cody fucked her - but maybe, maybe that had all been just as meaningless as what he had done with Maya. Maybe Sky still loved him, and if that was the case—

I have to know!

"Moon, come on, you have to tell me—"

"She's my friend. I can't break her trust. But… like I said, Sky might hate the things you've done, but it doesn't necessarily mean she hates you."

What if she still loves me – just like I love her? And both of us are fucking miserable, thinking the other one doesn't care—

He felt like he couldn't breathe. The walls of this room were collapsing on him, his chest was aching. Had she never stopped loving him? Was that really true? And would she forgive him, like Moon suspected, would she really give him another chance if he apologized for everything—?

Not unless I quit Cobra Kai.

That realization was sudden and painful, it was a sword through his breastbone. But fuck that, fuck Cobra Kai, fuck it all. Hawk realized he would do it. For her, he would do anything. He would fucking quit Cobra Kai, even if it felt like carving out his heart.

"Where is this rehab place?" he asked, raising his eyes to Moon's face. "If I could just talk to her—"

Moon shook her head. "Her Dad said they don't allow any visitors outside the family. But—"

She bit her lip as if hesitating if she should say more.

"What?" He asked, desperate to know. "What is it?"

"You know, Dr. O'Brian said that he visits Sky every day, and that if we want to we can send letters to her through him. I gave him mine today—"

"Letters?"

"Yes. They don't let the patients have phones or laptops or anything… so only letters, on paper. Dr. O'Brian could probably take yours too, if you asked him."

Hawk glanced at his feet, his throat tightening. You're not welcome in this house anymore.

Nicholas had kicked him out, out of his house, out of his life— and Hawk couldn't blame him. He had done what any father should do. And if Sky had told her Dad about the things he had said to her that night - Well, Nicholas would probably punch him in the face the moment he saw him.

Hawk's jaw clenched, he swallowed hard. He had burnt all the bridges, not even ash remained of them, but—

I have to try. I can't go on like this.

"Can you—" he looked up, meeting Moon's eyes, those kind, chocolate brown eyes that still saw some good in him, even if he sure as Hell didn't deserve it. "Can you, maybe, borrow me a pen and some paper?"

I love Moon. She's amazing.

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