Higan was lying on a rooftop, bleeding from various places, his body beaten and bruised. Even though he was bleeding out, all he could think about was you: his boyfriend, his beauty who he loved with every fiber in his body; who he got to call his own.

He remained in the same position for a moment, feeling the cold wind of the night hitting his skin, and the rain pouring down onto him. He sighed before weakly forcing himself to sit up, groaning as he did so.

He pulled his phone out, his hands shaking as his whole body ached; begging for him to lay back down and give up. But, he didn't; he had to stay alive. For you. If this was going to be the place he was to be thrown into the fiery pits of hell, then so be it. But he refused to go without hearing your voice at least one more time.

So, with that, his shaky fingers unlocked his phone, then dialed your number. He moved his phone up to his ear, trying his hardest not to let out any sounds of pain as he waited for you to pick up, praying to whatever god who would listen that you were fine.

As soon as you picked up, a small smile formed on his face, "Hi, precious.." He spoke, his voice weak and raspy from the fight he had lost minutes before. He was just happy to talk to his pretty boy one final time as he continued to bleed out.