Chishiya slammed himself against the dented car-door; clutching the side of his jacket as he bled out.

He let out a hiss of pain as he slowly sunk onto the ground, pursuing his lip to stifle his grunts.

The thing was, the possibility of death was the second thing on his mind. The first thing, was you. He’d never admit that he slowly grew fond of you; and was never planning too.

He’d rather lie and bleed out than ever tell you he was inlove with you. Even when you found him, worry evident in your eyes; he remained silent.