The silence shattered as her voice drifted softly through the darkness.
"Logan…"
Before him, the shimmering tear pulsed with pale, otherworldly light, and from within it, she appeared like an illusory dream made real.
Evelyn.
She stood before him in the same dress from that final day, her now long silver hair cascading gently over one shoulder. A faint silvery glow shimmered around her body, tiny motes of light drifting lazily through the air like fragments of another world that refused to fade.
She looked exactly as he remembered.
And that was what broke him.
He remained frozen in place as her name slipped from his mouth in a fractured whisper.
"Evelyn…"
Staring at her with wide, disbelieving eyes, he found it almost impossible to believe she was truly standing there.
Evelyn's bare foot brushed lightly against the wooden floor as she slowly closed the distance between them.
Before Logan could understand what she was trying to do, she… hugged him.
