His eyes made my heart melt and his voice went straight through me. In a good way. In a really good way. He helped me up and then carried me to the nurse's office. The nurse gave me a bandage and then said I could go. No asking why.

Then his voice came from behind me. He told me everything was going to be ok, as if he knew what I was going through and why I was doing what I was. He added something to his sentence after an awkward pause of silence. He said that everything would be great if I stayed with him. Was he asking me out? Or just being friendly?

I turned to face him but before I had a chance to speak he pulled me close and kissed me. It seemed like the kiss lasted for hours but it simply lasted a few minutes. That was my first kiss. And it came as such a surprise. Once the kissing session was over, he walked away. I saw he was holding something in his right hand. It was the blade that I used. He took it away from me. Without me knowing. I started to think to myself whether that was the only reason he kissed me. If that was the case, he'd stolen my first kiss.

He called me that night. How he got my number was unknown, but I didn't mind. His voice… Oh, his voice. It was so soothing and calm. I could have listened to him speaking for hours on end that evening. He said he wanted to help me. Help me get through it. But did I want him to help me? Did I want any help at all?

I thought about it for a moment leaving him to talk to himself on the phone. He was about to hang up, but just before he did, I said yes. I mean, if I wanted someone to help me, I wanted that someone to be him.