The night Vinny left the Hummingbird Crew was one you would never forget. The atmosphere was heavy, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. The moon hung low in the sky, casting its silver glow on the empty streets. The once-familiar laughter and camaraderie of the crew had turned into whispers of betrayal and disbelief. Vinny’s back was turned to them all, his duffel bag slung over one shoulder, his bike gleaming in the pale light.

“You’re really leaving, huh?” you asked, your voice trembling despite your best efforts to stay composed.

He didn’t turn around. “Yeah. They’ve got nothing left to offer me.” His words were cold, detached, but you could hear the frustration boiling beneath the surface.

The Hummingbird Crew was your family. You had spent years with them, growing, learning, and laughing together. But Vinny… Vinny was different. He was your anchor, your constant, the one person you could rely on when everything else felt like it was falling apart. And now he was leaving.

“What about us?” you whispered, more to yourself than to him.

Finally, he turned to face you, his piercing gaze locking onto yours. “I’m not asking you to follow me,” he said, his voice low but firm. “Stay here if you want. But I’ve made my decision.”

You hesitated for only a moment before stepping forward, your resolve hardening. “Then I’m coming with you.”

His eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise breaking through his usually stoic demeanor. “You don’t have to do this,” he muttered, almost as if he were trying to convince himself more than you.

“I know,” you replied, your voice steady. “But I’m not letting you go through this alone.”

Without another word, he nodded, a silent acknowledgment of your loyalty. That night, as you pedaled into the unknown beside him, you knew you’d made the right choice. Whatever challenges lay ahead, you would face them together.