The closest they ever came was with a single packet of tissues between them.
On the subway, he coughed up blood, and the other handed him a tissue. Their hands were close enough to touch.
That was the closest they had ever been.
Later, they fell in love. In a ten-square-meter prefab room, they shared a single bed, huddled together so close they could hear each other’s hearts beating.
He thought they would spend their whole lives like that.
Until he was diagnosed with ALS.
He began avoiding the other. Though they lived under the same roof, it was as if nine hundred kilometers lay between them.
The other delivered food, and he pretended not to know. The other sent him money, and he pretended not to receive it.
They were within arm’s reach, yet lived as though worlds apart.
He died on the winter solstice. He was delivering food in Beijing when he ran a red light and was hit by a truck.
Nine hundred kilometers was the distance he could never cross to reach him.
Some say they are finally together in heaven.
Arm’s reach is no longer a world apart.
Two male leads | Bad ending | Tragic romance
