My Heart Beats For You,

"Don't remove your sweater, alright?" Roman said, buttoning the sweater and making the boy sit on a chair as they were at the shooting site.
"Don't wander around, and if you need anything, call me," Roman instructs, giving him a chocolate bar. Ayan's fluffy hair bounces as he nods his head.
Roman smiled, pressing his lips against Ayan's forehead, and walked to check on the surroundings of the outdoor shooting. The atmosphere was pretty chill, and the scenery in Greenland was beautiful. The team is hoping to see snow soon to give a natural effect or edit the pictures as an alternate option.
Dean and Sebastian stepped out of the car, fully clothed in their new styles.
"Teacher!" Ayan calls while waving his hand. Dean smiled and walked towards the boy.
"You're looking handsome." Ayan's compliment threw rosy dust in Dean's ear, who smiled and nodded, whispering, "Thank you."
"Teacher bushing?" Ayan asked, grinning as he jumped from the chair.
"It's blushing," Sebastian corrected while standing next to Dean.
"Blushing. Blushing." Ayan murmured to memorize it.
"He looks cute, right?" Sebastian asked, getting a glare from Dean.
"No, the teacher is handsome," Ayan replied, getting a blank look from Sabastian.
"How am I looking?" He inquired, adjusting his collars and attempting to charm the boy.
"Bear-able," Ayan said, counting off the syllables. He looks at Sebastian, who has his eyes narrowed.
"Why am I treated like this? We're not enemies, right?" Sebastian asked as Ayan ignored him and walked towards Dean, who was standing next to a make-up artist giving touch-ups.
"This boy might be obsessed with his teacher, he is always lingering around him." Sebastian mutters under his breath.
Someone coughs, earning his attention. Liam was standing behind him and had crossed his arms. "The set is ready."
"Ye-yes, sir. I'll be there."
"Teacher, all the best." He heard Ayan say this to Dean, who smiled and ruffled the boy's hair.
A car stopped again, and two ladies stepped outside. Their attire corresponds to the winter theme. Freya's beauty took many people's breath away. Internally smirking at their gaze, she walked gracefully toward Liam, who was standing next to Roman, discussing D-Day's work.
"Good morning," she greets them, eyes cast down with shyness. "Good morning," Roman replies. "I hope you didn't find any trouble during the stay. Throughout the event, if you face any trouble, do let us know." Roman continued with a smile.
Freya nodded and parted her lips to say more. However, Roman walked towards the camera crew. He finds these things quite fascinating and never thought to capture anything other than his wife's beauty.
"Can I see it?" Roman inquired of the cameraman, who smiled and handed over the DSLR. Focusing his eye on the lens and keeping the camera at eye level, he looks around through the lens to see his son.
A picture of his prized possession will not harm the company. He turns to the chair where he expected his son to sit. But he is not present. He narrowed his eyes, looking to his left, and saw his son in Dean's arms, blabbering something that made Dean chuckle.
Unconsciously, he clicked on the button. Ayan's eyes fall on his dad as he smiles widely, and clicks another. Watching Ayan smile at someone, Dean looks at the source and hears clicks on the camera. Roman looks through the media and finds his son's smile beautiful.
"Can I get a copy of these images?" Roman asked the cameraman and Liam, who were looking at Roman's action. Liam nodded, bringing a smile to Roman's face.
"My son looks cute, right?" He asked, showing the images.
"Yeah, he holds a very familiar smile," Liam replied, looking at the picture.
Roman's smile flatters him as he looks down. "Mrs. Carter was a beautiful human. She was such a humble and kind lady." Liam looks at Roman.
"When you used to bring lunch from home." Liam held a soft smile at the memory. "Chicken stew was my favorite. I would snatch the whole container from you." Liam further added, and Roman pressed his lips together, nodding along.
Liam placed his hand on Roman's shoulder. "You should look forward now," Liam whispered, gesturing to Roman.
Roman looks ahead, seeing his son smiling brightly while his arms hug Dean's shoulders, who held a soft smile while walking towards them.
"You should live in the present rather than worrying about the future or regretting the past," Liam added, smiling at Dean, who was 10 feet away from them.
"Opportunity knocks on the door, and it's our choice whether to let it enter or let the door be closed forever."
"I don't understand your point," Roman said with confusion.
Liam shook his head. "I'm just sharing some thoughts with you," he explained as he walked towards the crew, hoping to get a final check on the team.
"Hello, sir." Dean stands in front of them.
"Oh, hi. Is everything fine? I hope you're not facing any trouble." Roman smiled at Dean and watched his son eat the chocolate.
"Not at all. Everything and everyone is very good here." Dean replied, looking around for Freya.
Since yesterday, he has wanted to talk with her. Everyone is here at the shooting, so maybe he can talk with her about his donor.
This opportunity was approved by Dean during lunchtime when everyone is busy filling their plates. He thought to approach Freya.
"Hello, ma'am." Dean greets the lady, who was sipping a fruit drink. She quickly smiles and nods her head.
"Is it ok to talk now?" He asked carefully. Freya smiles and says, "Yeah, sure. Have a seat."
They sat next to each other on the available chairs. There was a prolonged silence between them. Dean is thinking about how to start his query. Should he just say that he has Amelia's heart or try to be just a curious person? should be asked directly or subtly to get information.
"You wanted to talk about something." Freya reminds him. "Is it about the modeling? I will be honest; you do great. I mean, you have the appropriate expression, aura, and posture for the situation." Freya responded, hoping this was the question he was too shy to ask.
"Oh, thank you. Your words are a booster for me." Dean smiled, looking at his fingers as they fiddled nervously.
"I wanted to ask about your friend, Amelia."
Freya was shocked for a second, looking at Dean with wide eyes. "Amelia Carter?" Dean nods his head. "How do you know about her?"
This is the question Dean doesn't know how to answer. But he doesn't want to tell the truth yet. It isn't like he is shy; it is more like he is feeling guilty even though nothing was in his control. He wasn't aware of his transplant until he woke up from his deep slumber and looked around the different room, which looked like the ICU. Mom sobbed, hugging him tightly and pressing a soft kiss on his forehead. He saw his grandma smiling at him, relief filling her eyes.
"She's a social worker. I was working in the same organization where seniors were praising her for her kindness, soft heart, and calm demeanor."
"Oh, it's true about her. How did you know I was her friend?"
"From Doctor Jenifer. She came to our organization to solicit donations, and many people inquired about her life and how people related to Amelia coped with her life."
"Alright, I understand. What do you want to know?"
"Anything that will say more about her nature, like what made her angry or when was the last time she was upset? Anything in your memory, you still remember vividly."
"Amelia was my childhood friend and sister. We were neighbors. Everything was nice until she fell in love in college."
[PAST]
"What's the name of the cosmetic you are using?" Freya asked, taking her book and preparing to write the name.
"What?"
"That natural blush, what's the brand name?"
"Hey, I'm... I'm shy," Amelia whispered, flipping the pages of the biology, physics, and chemistry books staked on her left side. a few strands of hair slipping in front, blocking the sight of someone who was peeking behind the book.
"Mind telling me why we are here?" Calder grumbles, crossing his arms. He witnessed his best friend being whipped for the sake of the girl. His back is to Amelia. Roman is looking at her with hearty eyes.
"Shh," Roman said quietly, tilting his head left and right. "Oh, if someone could push that lovely hair aside." He mumbles, huffing in defeat.
"We look like creeps," Calder whispered, leaning forward. "Bro, she might get scared of you." Roman looks at him with confusion. Calder continued, realizing the stupidity of his friend. "She might think we're stalkers and probably avoid you forever. This can leave a negative mark on her head."
"Oh..." Roman nodded, keeping the book aside, and rested his head on the table with a deep sigh. "Let's forget then. She's way out of my league. She's a science student; she'll probably become a doctor or something, and I'm planning to be an accountant."
Calder kicks his friend's leg. "Don't give up so easily."
Roman groans, rubbing the area and glaring at Calder, who looks in deep thought.
"How about giving love letters? Each day, you give her new letters, making her feel special." Calder suggested pulling the chair closer to the desk. He looks at Roman, shaking his head.
"I'm very bad with words," Roman replied honestly, gloominess surrounding him. "That's why accounting is better, it's just calculations."
Calder sighs tap his feet and thinks of new ideas that will suit his friend. He cast a glance behind him and noticed two ladies sitting two desks away from him.
"Hello, Amelia." Calder waved and stepped towards the surprised lady, leaving his dear friend behind.
Roman looks at Calder with betrayal. He just said he might give up, and Clader is already on his feet to reach his love.
"Hi," Amelia whispered, and Freya narrowed her eyes at the man who was approaching them. He looks like a piece of bad news to her, just like a pool of dirty water.
"It's so good to see you after a long time." Calder sat next to Amelia, glancing at Freya, who was glaring at him.
"This is the library; don't talk loudly." Freya continued, flipping the pages.
Ignoring her words, Calder added, "Even Roman is with me." Calder raised his hand and gestured for Roman to sit with them. Roman nods his head dumbly and takes the random book, walking towards them.
"You don't mind us sitting here, right?" Calder asked Amelia, who shyly shook her head.
"But, I mind. Please get the hell out of our sight." Freya replied, flicking her fingers and gesturing towards the exit.
"Please forgive our intrusion," Roman said after hearing Freya's words. He gestured for Clader to follow him out. "We didn't mean to disturb your studies." Roman continued with a polite smile and a glare at Calder, who was still glued to his chair.
"This is the college library. Every student has the right to sit or sleep here." Calder challenged Freya.
"You don't sleep in the library, Cal," Roman said as he drew the chair next to Freya and sat.
"You're my friend or theirs?" Calder asked, making a dejected face.
They both started arguing, and sometimes Amelia asked them whether they were correct. She would avoid looking at any of them and just shrug.
The lady next to Roman had been pretending to be uninterested in their conversation while sneaking glances at him as her heart flutters like a petal in the wind, unbeknownst to them. 
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Hiding a few things from the past, Freya spoke about the event.
"Did they get married?" Dean asked, excited about this cute story.
Freya pressed her lips together and nodded.
"Wonderful!" Dean exclaimed and suddenly stopped smiling when he felt the beating heart, realizing the current circumstance.
"Did you meet her husband? Is he alright?" Dean asked, wishing he could gain courage and ask for the address from Dr. Jennifer. But he is still not ready to face him.
It's not easy to forget the past and move on. The man must still be missing his wife. He must be broken and mourning for his love.
"Huh? You know him too." Freya spoke with confusion.
"You don't know him?" Freya asked as Dean shook his head.
"Oh, good god. He's here." Freya said taking Dean's breath away.
His donor's husband is present here. He was in front of him and did not realize it.
"Who exactly?" Dean murmured, feeling his heart beat faster than usual.
Freya looked around and smiled in a particular direction. "There he is." Freya points in that direction, and with a lot of effort, Dean moves his eyes.
"He's with his son. They're Roman and Ayan." Freya clarified and looked at Dean.
Dean's eyes turned bigger and wider. He couldn't believe his eyes. Roman was sitting under a tree with Ayan on his lap. They both were eating lunch, which was mostly Roman feeding Ayan.
"You weren't aware of them?" Freya asked as Dean shook his head, leading to the lady being suspicious of the man. She narrowed her eyes, watching them with an unreadable expression as though he had on a mask now.
Dean saw Roman keeping Ayan on the grass and walking away to throw away the used plates. Ayan was playing a game on Roman's phone. Although he's just moving his fingers here and there in an attempt to move the avatar forward, He giggles, watching the avatar move backward instead of forward.
Dean kneels in front of the boy, gaining the boy's attention. The boy smiles, looking at his teacher.
"Teacher, you know how to play this?" Ayan asked, showing the phone. Dean bit his lower lip, watching the boy shine with happiness. He nods his head with tears brimming in his eyes.
"Hug?" Dean's voice cracked while saying this. Ayan immediately threw himself at Dean. Dean embraced him in his arms, like a precious angel.
This little angel always made him happy and was always there whenever he was planning to drown in sadness.
"It's ok to cry, it makes us feel butter."
He remembers Ayan's words when he drew his father instead of his mother. He should have guessed long ago. Dean closed his eyes tightly, refraining from crying. His throat is clogged with sadness. It's getting difficult for him to even breathe.
"Don't cry, Amira. Your mother, like mine, went to a star." Ayan said with a soft smile, grabbing everyone's attention.
Dean choked on tears, remembering the words. Why does it happen that you remember all your thoughts at the moment you're breaking down? Those thoughts take the brick of strength away, leaving us shattered with grief.
Dean sits on the ground, hugging the boy tightly. He sniffs, confusing the boy, who was happy to get hugged by his teacher. Dean was trying not to make any sound as tears slipped from his eyes.
"Teacher?" Dean didn't have the strength to even hum in reply. He bites his lips, feeling warm tears glide down his cheek. He doesn't want to wipe them, as he will lose Ayan in his arms.
However, he felt a finger wiping them. He looks at Roman through wet lashes, who is wiping his tears. Although Roman didn't ask anything, his eyes spoke louder, showing concern. More tears fill his eyes when he remembers Jennifer's words that Amelia's husband would not like to see him. He sobs, closing his eyes. Although Roman didn't stop wiping away tears, even the fresh ones.
"Teacher," Ayan whispered, rubbing Dean's back just like his dad does whenever he feels sad.
"Everything will be alright," Ayan further added. "Right, papa?" Roman hums.
"Did anybody say anything?" Roman whispered as Dean looked at him and shook his head, not having the guts to look straight into his eyes. "Is it something to do with the costume or any cosmetic?" Dean again shook his head. "Anything troubling you?" Dean didn't shake or nod his head this time.
"You can share whenever you are comfortable." Dean looks at Roman, who wipes another lone tear from his cheek. "I'll listen to you."
Liam was looking at them from far away. He shook his head at others who were thinking of going toward them. Freya was looking at the tiny group and felt bitter inside. If she knew shedding a few tears could get Roman's attention, she would have tried it long ago.
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