CELINA'S POV
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I don't know why I'm nervous. Logan doesn't make me nervous-- but here I am, standing in front of my door, my eyes tracing the outline like he's about to appear and replace the door, however unlikely that would be. My heart races at the sight of lights, and the roar of an engine, but then it goes quiet, the lights extinguishing, and the only thing I can hear is the roar of my own heartbeat in my ears. The knock startles me even though I expected it, and the lights in my home doesn't feel enough as my trembling hands reach out to open the door.
Logan stands there, black coat on, and for a second, I glance past him, hoping to see snow, but it has melted, leaving brown grass in it's wake with a bit of green already growing back. Logan glances over his shoulder, the movemen
