Logan jolted awake, gasping.
The fire was still burning low. Jean was sleeping, her back to him. The forest was quiet… safe for now.
His chest heaved with each breath as he sat up, running a hand over his face slick with sweat. He looked down at his arms, now toned and lean. He wasn't that boy anymore.
But the pain hadn't left.
He turned his gaze to Jean. She looked peaceful. Nothing like the girl in his dream. Yet, that silent version of her from the past… still haunted him.
He clenched his fists, jaw tight. Why does she still matter so much to me?
He laid back down beside her carefully, eyes open to the dark sky above the leaves. No matter how far he'd come, that broken boy still whispered in the corners of his mind.
