So
here:
"All I could think of was agony, as I ran through those streets. Blood leaked down my side from a violent scratch on my shoulder blade. Not being a medical expert, I couldn't identify much, other than the fact that I didn't have a lot of time left." He tells you his story, as he died slowly on the street. You want to help him, but he insists that you stay.
"You shouldn't try and help me. No one cares…" His eyelids flutter shut slowly. "But you can't leave the dying to death." He laughed warily. "That's what my mum used to say. Cool, huh?" He opened his eyes again to look at you. His eyes were a bright blue, even in the midst of his death… But you recognized his eyes. The shape, the color, even the eyelashes and the way his lids drooped down. You've seen him in your dreams, fleeing from something, but now it's caught him… however, other times you can see yourself being held in his arms. You don't know what he is to you, but he must be important. As you applied pressure to his wound, in a state of pure panic, you realize you can't let this man go. He was the one you were waiting for, the one you've always cheered for. But he was a criminal.
So you just have to love a criminal.
Shipping RP LGBTQ+ if preferable
Cussing is hella allowed
andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)'s rules apply.
I like the idea