Shiro knew his time was running out. He had been shot, and he didn't have much time before he bled out. The logical thing to do was call the police, right? Well, in his mind, it didn't matter. He reached for his phone, fingers shaking and smearing blood onto the screen as he typed in Y/C number. He let out a breath of relief when they picked up, bringing the phone to his ear and looking up at the clouds. A peaceful way to die. "Babe.." he mumbled softly, voice breaking as he cried. "I- I love y-ou... So much.."
//A sad and short roleplay, unless he's saved. I'm just craving angst-