Love is an open door

You ignore the pain from your lungs and try to move. All of a sudden, your finger moves. “Wait, you are alive! Oh gosh” the man gasped sitting next to you. “Phew” He grabs your arm. All of a sudden you feel a warmth of relief rush over your body. You move one leg then the other. Then your eyes open. The flash of sunlight nearly blinds you. But you are happy to be alive. You still can’t sit up but you lock eyes with him. He is cute. Dimples on his cheeks and dark brown eyes that match his floppy hair. He was dressed like he was going jogging when you called. He looked about your age. 16-17.