I can't shake off the feeling of dread that lingers after that hellish dream. The images are still vivid in my mind, haunting me like a relentless nightmare. Smoove Move behind bars, Whiplash's sudden departure, White Shadow's tragic end - it was all too much to bear.
Y/n and Skidmark, both scarred and broken from the fight they endured. Y/n losing her sight, Skidmark losing his sanity. And then Skidmark making the ultimate choice to escape from his pain by taking his own life right before my eyes.
I felt helpless as I watched everything unfold in front of me, unable to do anything but witness the devastation that plagued our team. It was a harsh reminder of how fragile life can be and how quickly everything we hold dear can be ripped away from us.
But even amidst this chaos and heartache, there is a glimmer of hope flickering within me. A determination to rise above the darkness that threatens to consume us all. To honor those we have lost by living each day with courage and resilience.
I may not always show it openly, but beneath this tough exterior lies a heart that cares deeply for my teammates - past and present. Despite our differences and occasional clashes, we are connected by something stronger than mere camaraderie; we are bonded by shared experiences on this treacherous journey called life.
As I reflect on the events of that nightmarish dream, I am reminded of one undeniable truth - no matter what challenges come our way or how dark things may seem at times...we must never lose sight of who we are or what truly matters: loyalty, friendship,and unwavering determination.