My heart beats for you.

Nothing break like a heart.

Well, I guess I'd better explain some things.
My name is Y/N L/N.
And I don't have a heart.
Sorry, that was pretty harsh huh?
I do have a heart, just its not mine.
Now, I don't mean this is a lovey-dovey kind of way.
I don't have my own heart, I had a very rare heart condition, meaning I couldn't live with my heart.
I had a heart transplant at the age of 17, and my donor wasa going to die, so he gave me his heart.
My doctors called my condition some weird Latin name, but I just said I had a broken heart.
Now, coincidentally, some person had really badly hurt me after a break up, so it was kind of true.
I barely met my donor.
But I know I owe him my life.

I'm Y/N.
And this is my story.