I resisted. But something about her name lingered. “One coffee,” I said reluctantly.
The next evening, I walked into the diner. She was there, quiet and calm, tapping her spoon against a teacup. When our eyes met, she smiled. Her laughter was soft, like it had slipped under my skin. We ordered apple pie with ice cream, and for the first time in years, I laughed at something real.
Claire loved animals, she said—they don’t hide their pain. People do. I nodded. “You’ve lost someone.”
Her words weren’t pity. “Loss never leaves. It just changes shape.”
Then I noticed the faint scar across her chest. “Heart surgery?” I asked.
She smiled faintly. “A transplant. Three years ago.”
My stomach dropped. “Three years?”
“Yes, almost to the day.”
The timing was impossible. Emma’s donor papers. Her wish: “If someone can live because of me, let them.” Could it be?
I didn’t sleep that night. The next morning, Mike stared at me. “What happened?”
“She had a heart transplant… same month Emma died.”
He froze. “You think…?”
“I know,” I whispered.
At the hospital, a nurse handed me an envelope from Emma’s donation. Lavender-scented paper, her handwriting, a message I hadn’t received before.
“Jack, if you’re reading this, it means you survived. Please don’t let your heart stop. If it learns to love again, let it. Love doesn’t end—it just changes its address.”
I wept, realizing Emma hadn’t just given her heart away—she had given me permission to live again.
Weeks later, I called Claire. I brought a sapling, something Emma had always wanted to plant. Together, we dug it into the cold, soft earth. We stood side by side, watching it sway in the wind.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispered.
“Yeah,” I said. “A start.”
She placed her hand over her chest. “I don’t know how, but I already feel connected to you. If this heart once loved you… I think it’s starting to love you again.”
I reached for her hand. “Then let’s give it a reason to keep beating.”
Emma’s heart lived on between us—alive, loving, giving. Love doesn’t end. It changes its address. And sometimes, if you’re lucky, it finds its way home again.
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