He sits in a corner, holding his chest. A friend comes up, asks him whats wrong. He moves his arm to reveal a gash on his left breast. The friend frowns and moves the arm back to where it had been. She clutches his head and holds it to her chest. For a moment he does nothing, then his arms wrap around her, squeezing her tight. Tight enough to cause her to gasp for breath.
"You will be okay."
He sobs a bit.
"Everything in time. You must learn strength and how to be strong. There are things you don't understand, reasons for why it hurts so much, knowledge that won't be available for a very long time. Did you do it yourself? Did you take a knife to cut away your feelings? Did you want to drain the pain out? Shh. Relax. Everything is fine. You must learn strength. I know what hurts you so badly right now. I know what you think you can't deal with. What you feel is impossible to comprehend."
The wound is gushing blood.
"You love her. I know you do. I can see it in your eyes, how you speak, how you walk around her. You love her."
He sobs harder.
"Don't. Please don't. You can handle this. Just calm down. Nothing can come of this if you don't relax."
He tries to control his breathing, panting and gasping as he puts it in rhythm.
"I want you to be okay. Everything inside of me wants it for you because I am afraid of what you might do. We were here once before and I don't want to see that happen again. You have to let go or else you'll drowned."
His breathing is normal, tears still painting his cheeks. He holds tighter.
"You're so much stronger than you think. You have such great will power, I know you can pull through this."
She bends down and kisses him on the top of his head. He pulls back and stares into her eyes.
"You will find no answers in my eyes. I cannot be the one to tell you what to do. I cannot make the choice for you. It's something you have to do on your own. I am here to help, and will always be here to help. Remember that if you ever need me."
"Please don't leave."
"I wouldn't dream of it."