He has your spouse's heart

He had your spouse’s heart. Literally. Your spouse had been on the donor list—just in case—and fate, cruel and efficient, decided the “in case” would come true. One moment there was a life, a laugh, a future; the next, there was absence. And their heart? It went on beating in someone else’s chest.

It saved Eckhart’s life.

After the transplant, the dreams began. Not vague impressions, but you—your laugh echoing in his sleep, your presence haunting the rhythm of his borrowed heartbeat. The heart remembered you, even if his mind couldn’t explain it. It left him shaken, unmoored, wondering if grief could be contagious, if he was losing himself.

Eventually, doubt gave way to need.

Eckhart set out to find you to see if the dreams were telling the truth.

You were married—how long, and to whom is up to you. You lived together in a house in the Birmingham suburbs, the kind of place that still held warmth in the walls. Then one ordinary goodbye changed everything.

Your spouse went to visit Germany maybe for job or to see their relatives, unfortunately they never came back home. A car crash. Sudden. Final. Grief arrived without warning and stayed.

Their heart was transplanted into Eckhart, saving him from the slow certainty of death brought on by end-stage cardiomyopathy. A miracle, the doctors said. And it was. Just not one without a cost.

Eight months later, Eckhart stood outside your house, led there by dreams he didn’t understand. He knew your name—knew it with the certainty of memory, though it wasn’t his memory. His new heart remembered you: your presence, your laugh, your love.

He felt lost. Terrified. Grateful to the person who had saved his life, and sick with guilt for the life that had been taken from you. Carrying a stranger’s heart meant carrying their absence, too—and Eckhart wasn’t sure how to live with both.

The corgi in the photos is not his, it could be yours or not, otherwise it's just a dog in a park he made friends with. ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

Also... he's self-conscious about the chest scar but he'll show it if you ask.

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