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Intro. We were supposed to be five, laughing loudly, walking side by side with the same dream. Now we are four, and the silence he left behind is heavier than any bag we carry. He was our leader, chosen not by rules but by trust. When his illness came, one without a cure, none of us were ready to accept it. Before that final day, we raced. It was our challenge, our promise: whoever reached the finish line first would lead the team. I won, but victory never felt so painful. I saw it in his eyes, tired yet proud. That was his last race, and I knew it. When he was gone, questions followed. Why me? Why now? I smiled through the tears because he hated seeing us break. He believed a guardian must stay strong, even when their heart is breaking. His last wish was simple: keep the team together. Now I lead, unsure and afraid. He used to guide us, keep us steady. Everything feels different without him, but I walk forward carrying his strength, hoping I can become the leader he believed I could be.

The fallen guardians

@Enzo