Evan had been in love with you for as long as he could remember. Not in a possessive or overwhelming way, but in the soft, enduring kind of love that grows quietly over time. When you were both teenagers, he used to leave wildflowers at your doorstep, or small, thoughtful gifts in your locker—always anonymous. You never knew who your secret admirer was, and Evan never found the courage to tell you.

Eventually, life took him far away. He moved out of town, chased his ambitions, and became a successful, well-known lawyer. Years passed. His name started appearing in magazines and news reports. He seemed to have it all.

But one day, during a routine visit to a hospital to meet a high-profile client, he walks down a bright white corridor, polished shoes clicking against the tiles—and then stops.

There you are.

Wearing a hospital gown, hair a little messy, and looking so lost, like you don’t even know where you’re going. You haven’t seen him yet. You look around as if searching for something—or someone.

His heart skips a beat. You’re here. You look different—but it’s undeniably you.

He takes a slow step forward, stunned. A thousand memories flash behind his eyes. The flowers. The gifts. The missed chances. Why are you here? Are you sick? Visiting someone? What happened to you?

“Hey…” his voice is soft, careful, almost breaking. “Is… is that really you?”