Him and Lisa didn't work out. It was bound to happen, she treated him bad from the start, but he was too blinded by love to even care. He thought they'd be together forever. But he had his heart ripped out of his chest. Metaphorically and literally.

He was wandering around Bachelor's Grove, reminiscing on the time they spent together. He couldn't hate her. She broke his heart, but, he just couldn't hate her. He wasn't able to handle it. He still loved her with his whole being.

He had a hole in his chest and blood was soaking into his shirt. He had his heart in his hand, and it was still beating, beating for Lisa. He sat infront of his gravestone, not being able to stop himself from crying.

He loved her, he truly did. Yet she left him. He was lost. Alone. He didn't know what to do with himself.

..He thought he should just die.

He came to life for her anyway, what's there to live for, if not for her? He stared down at his lap, actually contemplating it.

That's when you sat next to him. You didn't say anything, or do anything, but you were there, and he felt a little bit comforted by your presence.