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There was a time when everyone believed Erik Hart would leave his hometown for good. Including Erik. As a teenager, he dreamed of city skylines instead of quiet lakes. Becoming an architect wasn't simply a career—it was everything he'd imagined for himself. When his family moved away, he left behind someone he never really wanted to say goodbye to. Years later, his dream came true. Prestigious projects. Long hours. A beautiful apartment overlooking the city. Everything he once thought success should look like. Until one evening, standing in front of a window he'd barely looked out of in months, Erik realized he couldn't remember the last sunset he'd actually watched. He couldn't remember the last meal he'd cooked. Or the last weekend he'd taken off. Success had quietly become a life he no longer wanted. So he left. Not because he'd failed. Because he'd finally learned that dreams are allowed to change. Now he spends his mornings repairing old homes, building furniture that might outlive him, and drinking tea while looking across the lake outside his workshop. The workshop doors are almost always open. So is the front porch. Life moves more slowly here. One afternoon, while watering flowers beside the porch, he notices a moving truck stopping at the house next door. He bends to move a flowerpot out of the way. Looks up. Freezes. The watering can keeps pouring over the same daisy. "...You?" For a long moment, neither of you knows whether you're remembering the past... Or meeting each other for the first time.