"It's ok; you're going to be fine."

I feel a hand wrapped in mine, it feels warm and delicate. I hear a girl's voice, it's light and optimistic. I try and lift my heavy eyelids. I open them and see the blood surrounding me. I am lying on the floor of the toilet cubicle, blood soaked through my jeans and my jacket, my hand spread out on the floor with fingers intertwined with my own.

My arm is covered in wounds; the biggest is still sticky with thick blood, the knife lies right next to my feet.

I try and raise my head, I feel the energy seep through me, I feel lightheaded with probably the lack of blood. My arm is throbbing: but I have dealt with this pain before, but nothing compares to the pain coming from my heart. My heart aches and just remembering that phone conversation makes me want to slip back into a deep everlasting sleep.

I make a murmuring sound and the girl suddenly comes into view.

Her coffee brown hair tickles my face as she looks down, I stare into her eyes, they crinkle with happiness, the pupils are a pale blue, her cheeks are brought alive by a swarm of freckles and her lips are iced with a peachy pink that emphasises her heart shaped mouth.

She is beautiful.

"You're awake." She sighs with relief and her grip on my hand loosens, without thinking I tighten, keeping her fingers closed around mine.

"Have I been unconscious long?" I stutter, my throat burning.

"A couple of hours." She frowns "I found the blood seeping out from the cubicle, and then I saw your hand. I kicked in the door and sorted you out." She gestures to my other hand; the skin is encased in a creamy white bandage.

"Why would you do that, you don't even know me?"

I have seen you rushing out of your apartment over the past couple of weeks, you just haven't seen me. I work late and come home in the morning, I'm a nurse." She smiles.

I don't say anything I just look up at her face, her blue eyes crinkle against the creamy colour of her skin.

She silently reaches for the bandages and seamlessly rolls them on my arm; I wince at first but bite my lip. The angry red scars are treated within minutes.

"Thank you." I mouth.

"No problem." She talks back silently, her mouth creases at the ends.

"My name's Dan." I wipe my curls out of my face.

"Lily." She stands up and straightens her ponytail. Strands fall out but it just adds to her beauty.

"Your clothes." I gasp. Her top and skirt have been covered in my blood; thick irremovable red stains coat the material.

"Don't worry; they were only going to get bloody anyway." She offers me a hand and helps me up, I stumble and grab her shoulder for support. I end up looking her straight in the eyes.

I wipe the curls out of my face and take a deep breath, her eyes crinkle and she looks into mine. I hold her shoulder and feel an electric spark. She bites her lip and raises her hand to my cheek. I breathe slowly and steadily even though I can feel my pulse rising.

I run my hands down to her waist, I push her against the bathroom wall, she looks down but I cup her neck and delicately move my fingers and trace her lips. Slowly I lean in and brush the hair out of her face.

She reaches my lips and we begin to kiss, I can feel warmth spread through my body, it feels nice.

Nice.

But you love Phil. A voice in my head says.

I push that voice away and lunge my tongue down her throat, she sighs with pleasure, She runs her arms up my back and pulls the blood soaked top over my head, I carry on passionately kissing her.

Soon we stumble to my apartment, I swing open the door and we carry on making out over to the couch, I fall back and she lands on top of me, even though it's happening, I feel like I am on auto-pilot.

"Dan." She growls animalisticly. She scratches my bare chest, I yelp at the pain.

I carry on kissing her, but my mind is on Phil. It feels so wrong, I want him. I don't want to have sex with this girl.

I take off her bloody shirt and unhook her bra, her nipples just stare at me, I might as well finish what I have started, and it's only sex after all.

But Dan, think of Phil.

But we broke up.

We fucking broke up.

Her hands reach down to my crotch and she squeezes.

"Fuck." I shout in surprise.

She gets up and looks at me in the eyes, surprisingly she begins to smile.

"You don't want to have sex do you?" She gives a small laugh and lunges back against the couch, her nipples still exposed.

"erm..er." I sit there tongue tied.

"It's ok Dan, I still like you." She looks down and swiftly up again "As a friend." She smiles.

"Oh that's good, I am, well.. my boyfriend and I aren't really talking." I look at her.

"Boyfriend..?"

"Bisexual."

"That would explain it." She gets up and reaches for her bra, "Help me put this back on will you?"

"Sure, um Lily you're a really beautiful girl, and there was no problem on your part, it's just me."

"No problem buddy." She passes me her bra and I begin to put it on her.

I suddenly hear a noise at the door.

"You hear that?" She turns and asks me.

"Yep."

The sound of footsteps become louder and suddenly my apartment door swings open. There at the door stands a tall figure, he wears black skinny jeans and red converse trainers, my eyes scan up before I reach his face I know who this stranger is.

It's Phil.

The next couple of seconds happen so quickly I can't recall them without getting into a confused state of panic.

I open my eyes wider and my mouth drops open with complete shock. I stand there in fear, Lily's bra still in my hands and my bare chest against hers.

The room goes silent, He just stops and stares, he doesn't say anything. I can tell just from his eyes what emotion he feels.

He drops a bouquet of flowers and quickly turns on his heel.

I can tell the emotion he was feeling, I have felt it myself.

That emotion is called heartbreak.