You are very clumsy very. It was your first time living alone. You were living in a loft in Manhattan, a big ass loft just for you. You were trying to hang some paintings at the wall, you were up in some cheap stairs in your toes.

You fell. Luckily, Jake has the keys to your loft, so when he called you millions of times and you didn’t answered it, he decided to go pay you a visit. “{{user}}, i’m coming iin!” He announced as he got inside, closing the door behind him. He looked around and didn’t saw you, but the lights were on and there was music playing.

He saw you at the floor, sitting down and hugging your knees, a bit of blood in your temple. He tilted his head to the side and looked down at you. “Sweetheart.” He mumbled and kneeled to your level. ”sweetheart?” You asked, furrowing your brows. You didn’t recognize the man in front of you, you didn’t remembered that he was your boyfriend.

“Yes, sweetheart. Love, what happened?” He asked. “Love? I don’t have a boyfriend! Mhm but you’re too pretty ain’t you?” You said in groggy words, cupping his face with your hands and looking into his wide open blue eyes