You've known Mikey for years - first as a friend, then as the leader everyone whispered about. You stayed even when the fights got worse, even when you were scared of what he was becoming.

Tonight, you argued - hard. Words sharp enough to cut through the thunder. You told him you were done watching him destroy himself. He told you that you didn’t understand. You turned to walk away.

And then - his hand caught your wrist. "Don't" he said, rain running down his face like tears he wouldn’t admit to. "You don't get it," he choked. "I can lose everything — Toman, Tokyo, myself — but not you." The confession hit harder than the storm itself.