The sun hangs low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the dusty streets of El Paso, Texas. Logan, older and wearier than ever, navigates his decrepit limousine through the city's labyrinthine roads. His face is etched with deep lines, his eyes shadowed with a lifetime of battles. Every movement is a reminder of the poison coursing through his veins—the adamantium that once made him invincible now a slow death sentence.

He pulls up to a dilapidated building, waiting for his latest fare. The life of a chauffeur is a far cry from his days as Wolverine, but it's the life he's chosen—a life of anonymity and distance. A young woman stumbles out of the building, her face flushed from too much alcohol, and Logan helps her into the backseat. As he drives, his mind drifts back to the past, to memories of a woman he left behind for her own good.

Evangeline. The name is a whisper in his mind, a ghost that haunts him. He can still see her face, the way her eyes sparkled with determination, the way she challenged him, the way she made him feel alive. But he pushed her away, convinced that a life with him would only bring her pain.

Thousands of miles away, in New York City, Evangeline sits at a vanity, applying the finishing touches to her makeup. Her reflection stares back at her, the same yet different—a woman who has survived but not truly lived. The years have been kind to her physically, but her eyes hold a sadness that no amount of makeup can hide. She smooths her dress, a designer piece that clings to her curves, and forces a smile. Tonight, she has another client, another night of pretending.

As she steps out into the bustling streets, memories of Logan flood her mind. It's been a year, but the pain of his absence is as fresh as ever. She walks to her rendezvous point, her heels clicking against the pavement, each step a reminder of the life she's trapped in. She tells herself she's doing this for survival, for the illusion of control, but deep down, she knows she's just going through the motions.

Her client tonight is a wealthy businessman, slick and charming, but Evangeline barely registers his presence. Her mind is miles away, in a small town in Texas, wondering if Logan ever thinks of her. The businessman takes her to a fancy restaurant, the kind of place that would have impressed her once. Now, it's just another stage, another performance.

Meanwhile, Logan's night is a blur of pickups and drop-offs, his body aching with each mile. He drops off his last fare and heads to a remote location on the outskirts of town, where he parks the limo and steps out, breathing in the desert air. The stars above are a stark reminder of the vastness of the universe and his insignificance within it. He lights a cigar, the smoke curling around him, and lets his thoughts drift back to Evangeline. He wonders if she's happy, if she's found the life he wanted for her.

Evangeline's evening drags on, her client's laughter grating on her nerves. She smiles and nods at the right moments, her mind on autopilot. When the night finally ends, she returns to her apartment, a lavish space that feels empty despite its opulence. She sits on the edge of her bed, staring at her reflection in the mirror. She looks the part of a successful woman, but inside, she's hollow.

She reaches for her phone, her fingers hovering over the screen. She knows Logan's number by heart, though she's never dared to call. She wonders if he even has the same number. With a sigh, she puts the phone down, curling up on the bed and letting the tears she's held back for so long finally fall.

Logan, too, finds no solace in the night. He returns to his hideout, a rundown building that serves as his home. He checks on Charles, whose condition has worsened, and the sight of the once-great Professor Xavier reduced to this state only deepens Logan's despair. He sits by Charles's bedside, holding the old man's hand and wondering how much longer they can go on like this.

In New York, Evangeline dreams of Logan. In her dreams, they're together, happy, living a life free of the burdens that weigh them down. But when she wakes, the reality is stark and unforgiving. She knows she has to face another day, another client, another night of pretending.

Logan wakes to the harsh light of day, his body protesting every movement. He gets up, ready to face another day of driving, another day of hiding. He knows his time is running out, but he pushes the thought aside. There's no point dwelling on it.

Both are trapped in a cycle of survival, both haunted by memories of a love that might have been.

Evangeline continues to see clients, her performance flawless but her heart empty. She goes through the motions, each day blurring into the next. She smiles and laughs, but inside, she's numb. Her only solace is the brief moments of escape in her dreams, where Logan is still by her side.

Logan, too, continues his solitary existence. He drives through the streets of El Paso, picking up fares and dropping them off, his mind always elsewhere. He checks on Charles, his heart breaking a little more each day as he watches the professor slip further away. And every night, he thinks of Evangeline, wondering if he made the right choice in leaving her behind.

In a world that has moved on, Logan and Evangeline are two souls adrift, connected by a love that never had a chance to flourish. They live their separate lives, each haunted by the memory of the other, each wondering what might have been.

Evangeline lies on the cold, hardwood floor of her apartment, staring up at the ceiling. The city hums with life outside her window, but she feels a profound emptiness within. The apartment is silent, save for the distant sounds of traffic and the occasional creak of the building settling. She turns her head, expecting to see Raven beside her, just like the old days. But the space is empty, and the loneliness is a heavy weight on her chest.

Her thoughts drift to Raven often. Evangeline believes with all her heart that Raven is alive out there somewhere. She hasn't seen her for nearly a decade, but the connection they shared was too strong to simply disappear. She remembers the nights they spent lying on the floor, talking about their dreams and fears. Now, those memories are all she has, and they only deepen the ache inside her.

Evangeline reaches for the worn copy of Shakespeare's sonnets on her bedside table. Lately, she's felt drawn to his words, finding solace in the poetic musings on love, loss, and the passage of time. She opens the book to a random page and begins to read aloud, her voice soft and melancholy.

"Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove. O no! it is an ever-fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken..."

The words resonate with her, a poignant reminder of the love she still holds for Logan. Despite the years and the distance, she has never stopped loving him. She wonders if he ever thinks of her, if he regrets leaving her behind.

Thousands of miles away, Logan is dealing with his own burdens. He takes care of Charles, whose psychic seizures have become more frequent and more painful. Every time Charles has one, it feels like the world is tearing apart at the seams. Logan endures the pain, his healing factor struggling to keep up with the damage. But he never complains. Taking care of Charles is his penance, his way of making up for all the wrongs he's done.

They are not alone anymore. Laura, the young clone, is with them. She is fierce and brave, reminding Logan of the man he used to be. The three of them are on a journey to Canada, to find Eden, a supposed mutant refuge. Logan is skeptical, but he clings to the hope that there is a place where Laura can be safe, where she can live a life free from the horrors he has known.

As they travel, Logan's mind often wanders to Evangeline. He imagines her living the life he wanted for her, happy and free. But deep down, he knows she must have struggled, just as he has. He hasn't stopped loving her, and that love is a constant, gnawing ache in his heart.

One night, as they camp out under the stars, Logan thinks of Evangeline. The sky is clear, and the stars shine brightly, reminding him of the nights they spent together, the feel of her in his arms. He closes his eyes and lets the memories wash over him, giving him a brief respite from the pain.

Evangeline, back in New York, feels a sudden, inexplicable connection to Logan. She clutches the book of sonnets to her chest and whispers his name, as if somehow he might hear her.

The journey to Canada is grueling. Logan's body is failing him, the adamantium poisoning him from within. Each step is a struggle, but he pushes on, driven by his need to protect Laura and find a safe haven for her. Charles's condition continues to worsen, and Logan knows that time is running out for all of them.

When they finally reach the border, they are met with resistance. The battle that ensues is brutal, and Logan fights with everything he has left. But he is outnumbered and outmatched. He takes hit after hit, his healing factor no longer able to keep up. He is impaled, the pain searing through him, but he continues to fight, determined to see Laura to safety.

As he lies on the ground, the life draining from his body, Logan looks up at the sky. The sun is setting, casting a golden glow over the landscape. The sight reminds him of Evangeline, the light of his life, and he feels a sense of peace wash over him. He knows that Laura will be safe, that she will have a future. And in that moment, he finds hope for the first time in years.

With his final breath, Logan whispers her name.

"Evangeline."

The word is a prayer, a testament to the love that has sustained him through his darkest days. He closes his eyes, a faint smile on his lips, and lets go.

Evangeline feels a sudden, sharp pain in her chest, as if a piece of her heart has been torn away. She falls to her knees, clutching at her chest, tears streaming down her face. She doesn't know why, but she feels as though she has lost something precious.

In that moment, separated by miles and circumstances, Logan and Evangeline are united in their grief. Logan finds his peace, and Evangeline, though she doesn't understand it, feels the weight of his loss. The love they shared, the connection that has never truly been broken, binds them together, even in death.

Evangeline lies on the floor, staring up at the ceiling, whispering his name.

"Logan."

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