The taxi pulled up by the cemetery gates. A young man stepped out and walked over to the flower seller.
“Twelve tulips, please,” he said, handing over the money before bowing his head and making his way inside.
A year ago, Daniel had believed himself the luckiest man alivedeeply in love and loved in return. Everything changed in a single day when his beloved Emily died in a car accident.
It took him a month just to gather himself, and only with the help of his colleagues did he slowly return to some semblance of normal life.
Near the headstone, Emilys mother sat on a bench.
“Hello, Aunt Margaret,” Daniel said softly.
“Good afternoon, Daniel,” she replied, rushing to embrace him, burying her face in his chest as she wept.
He gazed at the headstone, where Emilys smiling face looked back at him.
Once she had composed herself, Margaret helped him arrange the flowers properly. They stood in silence for a long while before she finally spoke.
“Still not married?”
“No. I cant forget your daughter. Its as if Emilys heart is calling to me.”
Margaret nodded, lowering her head in sorrow. The events of that day over a year ago were still a blurthe hospital, her daughter lying motionless on the table, and the man and woman kneeling before her.
She turned to Daniel, about to say something, but seeing the grief etched on his face, she stayed silent.
Daniel had graduated from the police academy and worked for two years, recently earning the rank of sergeant. He still lived with his parents.
The tragedy had shattered the familys peaceful life. For a year, their son had been lost, unable to move on. He spent all his free time shut away in his room. Even that Saturday, he returned home with a heavy heart.
“Daniel, come and eat,” his mother called as he stepped inside.
He nodded silently, washed his hands, and sat at the table. His mother hesitated before speaking.
“Your father and I visited your grandparents graves today” She trailed off when she saw his dark expression.
“I went to Emilys grave too.”
“Son, its been a year. Emilys gone, but you have to keep living.”
“I cant, Mum. Its like shes calling me to her.”
“Daniel, dont say such things!” His mother looked alarmed.
“Its fine. I know you and Dad want me to marry, but lets not talk about that now.”
After finishing his meal, he retreated to his room.
Police work was demanding, often stretching late into the night. Exhausted, Daniel lay down and fell asleep without realizing it.
He dreamed of Emily calling to hima familiar dream, but this time it felt different, as if she were in danger, crying out for help.
He woke with a start and bolted from bed.
“Daniel, whats wrong?” his mother asked as he rushed past.
“Just going for a walk.”
Outside, his feet carried him without thought.
He reached the park and walked deeper into it, spotting three drunk men surrounding a frightened girl.
“Whats going on here?” Daniel demanded, stepping forward.
The girls fearful eyes locked onto his, silently pleading.
“Whats it to you?” one of the men sneered, only to be knocked flat on his back.
“Take your friend and leave. Now,” Daniel ordered the other two.
They scrambled to obey, dragging their mate away.
The girl stood frozen, clutching her chest before fumbling for a pill and slipping it under her tongue. Tears spilled down her cheeks.
“Easy now,” Daniel said gently, placing a steadying hand on her shoulder.
“Th-thank you,” she stammered.
“Let me walk you home.”
As they walked, she calmed slightly, and he asked, “Whats your name?”
“Charlotte.”
“Daniel. What happened back there?”
“I always walk heredoctors orders. Those men just”
“Got it. Something wrong with your heart?”
“Since I was little. A year ago, it nearly gave out. They did surgery. Its better now.”
Listening to her, Daniel felt an unexpected lightness in his chestas if Emily were beside him.
They reached a modern apartment block.
“I live here,” Charlotte said, looking at him with sad eyes.
“Glad we met,” he replied.
“Daniel come inside. Ill introduce you to my mum.”
“Would that be all right?” He couldnt hide his smile.
“Of course!”
The flat was elegant, filled with fine furniture. A woman emerged from another room, surprised by her daughters bright expression and the stranger beside her.
“Mum, this is Daniel. He saved me from those men.”
“Eleanor Spencer,” she introduced herself, smiling warmly. “Come to the kitchentell me what happened.”
As Eleanor set the table, Charlotte excitedly recounted the events. When she finished, her mother shook her head.
“No more walks there, darling.” Then she turned to Daniel. “How did you end up there?”
“My heart led me,” he joked.
“And what do you do for work?”
“Im a police officer.”
“Explains how you handled those louts,” she mused before her next question. “Not married?”
“No.” Her suspicion flickered. “How old are you?”
“Twenty-five in a few months.”
Her doubts deepened. Handsome, unmarried at twenty-five?
“I had a girlfriend,” he admitted, head bowed. “She died a year ago.”
“Daniel, Im so sorry.”
They finished their tea in silence before he stood.
“Thank you. I should go.” Seeing Charlottes dismay, he added, “Lets swap numbers. Call if you ever need help.”
That night, sleep eluded him.
“Whats happening to me? Walking with her I couldve sworn I heard Emilys heartbeat.”
He closed his eyes, but for the first time, Emilys face blurredreplaced by Charlottes. He drifted off long after midnight.
The next morning, he shaved, washed, then dialed her number.
“Hello?” she answered, surprised.
“Charlotte, what are you up to?”
“Just heading to the shops.”
“Wait for me. Well go together.”
When he arrived, she stood hesitant before him.
“Hello, Charlotte.”
“Good morning, Daniel.”
Eleanor appeared in the hallway.
“Good day, Mrs. Spencer.”
“Mum, were going to the shops. Need anything?”
“Just enjoy yourselves.”
Daniel took Charlotte home. His mothers face lit upher son had brought a girl home for the first time in a year.
“Come in! Lunch is ready.”
“Mum, this is Charlotte.” He smiled at her. “My mum, Mary.”
“Pleasure to meet you,” Mary beamed.
His father emerged, trying to look stern but failing to hide his smile.
Over lunch, Charlotte answered their questions, eager to impress. Afterward, she helped Mary clear the table, chatting happily.
Daniel led her to his room.
“Come see where I live.”
He opened the door, gently guiding her inside.
“This is where I”
She gasped, hands flying to her mouth.
Her eyes locked onto the photo on his wallDaniel with Emily.
“Charlotte, whats wrong?”
“Thats Emily.”
“You knew her?”
“A year ago I was dying. She didnt make it. The transplant”
“You have her heart?”
Tears streamed down her face. “Yes.”
He stared at her, Emilys face and Charlottes overlapping in his mind. For the first time, he wondered about fate.
“Maybe there is a God. He brought my love back to meand I wont lose her again.”
He pulled her close.
“Ill be with you always, Charlotte.”
A vow sealed in his heart.
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