Chapter-2

Wed, 11 Jun 2025 13:35:46 +0000

Paris smelled the same. It was cruel, really—how nothing had changed. The air still carried that stubborn mix of fresh rain, coffee, and warm bread, wrapping around me like an echo of the past. The city still hummed, unchanged, indifferent, like it hadn’t even noticed I had been gone. But I had changed. Seven years had pressed against my edges, molding me into someone else. Someone who no longer believed in fairy tales. And yet—here I was, standing at the train station, fingers curled tightly around my suitcase handle, gripping it like it was the only thing holding me together.