"W... what are you doing? I...I didn't mean to.. " she stammered as he leaned closer, placing his hand on the wall just beside her head. He glared down at her. " What are you doing in my apartment?" he asked staring down at her and then at the broken flower vase on the floor. It was back behind the door. Fixed. "I already fixed it," she said quietly. "Because you can change the past doesn't take away the fact that you did it in the first place..." He wanted a quiet life. A fresh start. But with this nosey girl next door....... Would that ever happen?