Chapter- 240- A Familiar voice
Eight Years Later…
Logan's POV
The moment I stepped off the plane and inhaled the warm, slightly dusty air of the city I once called home, something inside me shifted.
It was… strange. A quiet ache I hadn't felt in a long time.
Bittersweet.
Nostalgia crawled into my chest like an old friend, reminding me of the boy who left this city years ago—shattered and heartbroken.
I adjusted my sunglasses, tightened the coat around my body, and walked through the airport terminal slowly.
People rushed past me, some dragging luggage, others running to gates. Kids clutched colorful backpacks, crying or laughing. Lovers were hugging goodbye. Friends were reuniting with teary eyes and wide arms.
Everything still looked the same.
Almost.
I paused right before the sliding exit doors and looked around.
"Oof… my bad," I muttered under my breath with a small, crooked smile. "Everything doesn't look exactly the same after all. There's a difference…."