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Chapter 4 - Tides of the past

The next few days passed in a blur of routine for Elias. Mornings at the boatyard, afternoons sketching or fixing small projects around his cottage. Life in Clearwater was predictable, a rhythm he had grown to depend on. But ever since Lyra had walked into the workshop, something had shifted.

She wasn't a constant presence, but she seemed to linger everywhere. He caught glimpses of her in town—speaking with the fishermen, inspecting her father's old boat, or simply walking along the shoreline. She never stopped to speak to him again, but the memory of her faint smile and calm confidence remained etched in his mind.

Elias told himself it was nothing. People came and went in Clearwater, and he was content with his quiet life. Yet, every time he saw her, he couldn't help but wonder what had brought her back—and why she felt like a thread unraveling the fabric of his solitude.

It was late afternoon when Lyra appeared again, this time at the docks. Elias had just finished loading supplies onto a small fishing boat for one of the local crews when he noticed her standing by the water's edge. She was staring out at the sea, her arms crossed against the breeze.

Something about her posture drew him in. She seemed smaller, more vulnerable than she had in the workshop.

He approached slowly, his boots thudding softly against the wooden planks. "You're back," he said, stopping a few feet away.

She turned her head slightly, acknowledging him with a faint smile. "It's hard to stay away from the water," she replied.

Elias nodded, understanding the sentiment more than he cared to admit. They stood in silence for a moment, the sound of waves lapping against the dock filling the space between them.

"Did you grow up here?" Elias asked finally, his curiosity getting the better of him.

Lyra nodded, her gaze never leaving the horizon. "Yeah. My dad was a fisherman, and my mom ran a small shop in town. We didn't have much, but it was enough." She hesitated, her fingers tightening around her arms. "I left when I was nineteen. Thought I needed to get as far away from here as I could."

Elias studied her, noting the way her expression shifted—softening, then hardening again, as though she was caught between fondness and regret.

"Why did you come back?" he asked.

Lyra's lips curved into a faint smile, but there was no humor in it. "My dad passed away a few months ago. I inherited his boat, and… well, I guess I wanted to see if there was anything left here for me."

Elias nodded, unsure of what to say. He knew the weight of loss, the way it could pull you back to places you'd tried to leave behind.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly.

Lyra glanced at him, her eyes softening. "Thanks."

Another silence settled between them, but this time it felt heavier, charged with unspoken words.

Later that evening, Elias found himself back at the docks, sketchbook in hand. The air was cool, and the sky was painted with the fading colors of dusk. He hadn't expected to see Lyra again, but there she was, sitting on the edge of her father's boat, her legs dangling over the side.

She noticed him immediately and raised a hand in greeting. "You're out late."

"So are you," Elias replied, approaching the boat.

Lyra smiled faintly, patting the spot next to her. "Want some company?"

Elias hesitated but climbed aboard, settling beside her. The boat creaked softly under their weight, but it felt sturdy, solid.

"This was his pride and joy," Lyra said, running a hand along the railing. "He used to say it would outlast all of us."

Elias nodded, glancing around the boat. It was old, sure, but it had good bones. He could see why her father had loved it.

"Are you going to fix it up?" he asked.

"That's the plan," Lyra said, her tone determined. "I don't know much about boats, but I figured I'd learn. Isaac said you'd probably be the best person to help me."

Elias raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

Lyra laughed softly. "Don't worry, I'm not asking for charity. I'll pay you."

"It's not about the money," Elias said, surprising himself with how easily the words came. "If you want to fix it, I'll help."

Lyra looked at him, her expression softening. "Thanks, Elias. I appreciate that."

For a while, they sat in companionable silence, watching the last of the sunlight fade into the sea.

"You know," Lyra said eventually, her voice quiet, "I didn't expect to feel anything when I came back here. I thought it would just be… empty." She glanced at him, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "But I guess Clearwater has a way of surprising you."

Elias didn't respond right away. He wasn't sure what to say, wasn't sure what it was about her words that struck a chord in him.

"Yeah," he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. "It does."

As the first stars began to appear in the sky, Elias realized that, for the first time in years, he didn't feel entirely alone.