We fell in love in the wrong seasons.

Elena was tired, not just physically, but soul tired. After years of chasing sunsets and deadlines as a travel photographer, she needed somewhere to land. Somewhere quiet. So she packed her bags, left behind the noise of her old life, and found herself in a sleepy coastal town that didn’t ask for anything from her. Just peace.



Noah didn’t expect much from life anymore. He had his bookstore, his coffee, his poems, and his privacy, all carefully arranged to keep the past from creeping in. But when Elena wandered into his shop with eyes that carried both wonder and weariness, something in him stirred. Something he hadn’t felt in years.



They weren’t looking for each other.

They weren’t ready.

But love, as it often does, didn’t ask for permission.



As the seasons changed around them, so did they. What started as small conversations and quiet moments bloomed into something real, something that felt like home. But time doesn’t always wait, and healing doesn’t always happen at the same pace. When reality knocks and the world calls Elena back, they’re left asking the hardest question of all.