That morning, the airport was alive with movement.
Some people hurried toward their gates, others stood in line for coffee, and a few simply stared out the windows, watching planes lift into the sky. But in one quiet corner of the terminal, something unusual caught everyone’s attention.
People slowed down. They whispered.
Phones came out.
On the cold tile floor lay a young man in uniform. A small, faded blanket was spread beneath him. He was curled on his side, knees tucked in, his face pale and eyes closed.
His breathing was slow, heavy — the kind that comes only after days without rest.
What happened next changed everything…
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