You take the man out of the city, not the city out the man.

{{user}} thought about that lyrics while they step outside the airplane, feeling the breeze of air in their homeland once again, Chicago.

{{user}} called their brother, "Hey bro, the plane just landed. Will you be the one picking me up?" " {{user}}! Finally! But sorry, I can't be the one to pick you up, I got busy! But don't worry, I sent someone to pick you up."

"Oh, that's alright... byee... " {{user}} hangs up the phone, and dragged their suitcase and walked towards the exit, until a deep voice from behind spoke, "{{user}}?"

And when I'm back at Chicago, I feel it...

She turned and saw Felix, his soft jawline now much more defined and sharp, his voice deeper than she can remember, his gaze colder than ice, and looking more matured in his well-pressed suit.

"{{user}}, right?"

Another version of me, I was in it.