A taxi pulled up at the iron gates of the cemetery. A young man stepped out and approached the flower seller standing by the path.
“Twelve tulips, please,” he said, handing over a crisp twenty-pound note.
He tucked the bouquet under his arm, bowed his head, and walked through the rows of silent graves.
A year ago, Daniel had believed himself the happiest man alivedeeply in love and loved in return. Then, in a single moment, everything changed. His beloved Emily had been taken from him in a car crash.
It took him a month to surface from the fog of grief, to return to some semblance of life with the help of his colleagues at the station.
Now, standing before her grave, he saw Emilys mother sitting on the bench beside the headstone.
“Hello, Aunt Margaret,” he murmured.
“Daniel,” she whispered, rising to embrace him, her body shaking with quiet sobs.
He stared at the polished stone, at the photograph of Emily smiling back at him.
When Margaret finally steadied herself, she helped him arrange the flowers. They stood in silence for a long while before she spoke.
“Have you moved on?”
“No. I cant forget your daughter. Its like her heart still calls to me.”
Margaret nodded, lowering her head. The memory of that daythe hospital, the white sheets, the doctors grim faceswas still a blur of pain. She turned to say something, but seeing the sorrow in his eyes, she stayed quiet.
Daniel had graduated from the police academy and worked for two years before earning the rank of sergeant. He still lived with his parents.
The tragedy had shattered the rhythm of their lives. His mother, Helen, watched helplessly as her son withdrew, spending his free hours locked in his room. That evening, he returned home even quieter than usual.
“Daniel, dinners ready,” Helen called from the hallway.
He nodded, washed his hands, and sat at the table. His mother hesitated before speaking.
“Your father and I visited Gran and Grandads graves today” She stopped when she saw his expression darken.
“I went to see Emily too.”
“Darling, its been a year. Emilys gone, but you have to keep living.”
“I cant, Mum. Its like shes pulling me toward her.”
“Daniel, dont say such things!” Helens voice trembled.
“Its fine. I know you and Dad want me to settle down, but not yet.”
He finished his meal and retreated to his room.
Police work was relentless, often stretching into the night. Exhausted, Daniel lay down and slipped into uneasy dreams.
This time, Emily called to himnot in longing, but in distress. Hed had dreams of her before, but never like this. It felt urgent, like she needed him.
He jolted awake and rushed to the door.
“Daniel? Whats wrong?”
“Just going for a walk.”
Outside, his feet carried him without thought.
The park was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of damp grass. Then he saw themthree drunk lads cornering a girl. Her wide, frightened eyes locked onto his.
“Whats going on here?” Daniel stepped forward.
The girls fear turned to desperate hope.
“Oi, mind your own business!” one of the lads snarled, but Daniel had him on the ground before he could swing.
“Take your mate and go,” he ordered. The others hesitated, then dragged their friend away.
The girl was trembling, clutching her chest. She fumbled for a pill from her pocket, slipping it under her tongue. Tears streaked her face.
“Easy now,” Daniel said softly, steadying her.
“Thank you,” she stammered.
“Let me walk you home.”
As they walked, she steadied herself.
“Whats your name?” he asked.
“Charlotte.”
“Daniel. What happened back there?”
“II walk here every evening. Doctors orders. Those boys just”
He listened, and for the first time in a year, his heart felt light, as if Emily walked beside him.
They reached a modern block of flats.
“I live here,” Charlotte said, her eyes lingering on him.
“Im glad we met.”
“Daniel would you like to come up? Meet my mum?”
“Are you sure?” He couldnt hide his surprise.
“Of course.”
The flat was elegant, tastefully furnished. A woman stepped into the hall, blinking at her daughters flushed face.
“Mum, this is Daniel. He saved me from those lads.”
“Eleanor Whitmore,” she introduced herself, smiling. “Come, tell me what happened.”
Over tea, Charlotte recounted the evening, her mothers frown deepening.
“Charlotte, no more walks alone,” she said firmly, then turned to Daniel. “And youwhat brought you to the park?”
“My heart led me,” he said lightly.
“And what do you do?”
“Police sergeant.”
“That explains how you handled those boys.” She hesitated. “Youre not married?”
“No.” Her eyes narrowed slightly.
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-five next month.”
The suspicion deepened. Handsome, unmarried, twenty-five. She fell quiet.
“I had someone,” Daniel said softly. “She died a year ago.”
“Oh, Daniel. Im so sorry.”
The rest of the evening passed in quiet conversation. Before leaving, he exchanged numbers with Charlotte.
That night, sleep eluded him.
*Whats happening to me? When I walked with her, it was like hearing Emilys heartbeat again.*
He closed his eyesbut for the first time, Emilys face blurred, replaced by Charlottes.
Morning came. He shaved, dressed, and dialled her number without hesitation.
“Hello?” Her voice was soft with surprise.
“Charlotte. Fancy a trip to the shops?”
“Daniel!” She stood at her door, hesitating before stepping closer.
Her mother appeared in the hallway.
“Good morning, Mrs. Whitmore.”
“Mum, were just going out.”
“Take your time,” Eleanor said, watching them leave.
Daniel brought Charlotte home. His mothers face lit upher son hadnt brought a girl home in over a year.
“Come in, come in! Lunch is nearly ready.”
“Mum, this is Charlotte.”
“Pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Carter.”
Helen beamed, ushering them inside. His father, James, feigned sternness but couldnt hide his smile.
Over lunch, Charlotte charmed them effortlessly. Afterward, she helped Helen clear the table, chatting brightly.
Daniel touched her arm.
“Come see my room.”
He pushed the door open
Charlotte gasped, her hand flying to her mouth.
On the wall hung a photo of Daniel and Emily.
“Charlotte? Whats wrong?”
“Thats *Emily*.”
“You knew her?”
“A year ago, I was dying. She didnt make it. I got her heart.”
Daniels breath caught.
“You have Emilys heart?”
Tears spilled down her cheeks. He stared at her, seeing Emily in every flicker of her expression.
*Fate. God. Whatever it isits given her back to me.*
He pulled Charlotte close.
“Ill never let you go,” he vowed, as if sealing an oath.
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