When they were closest, they were only separated by a pack of tissues.
On the subway, he vomited blood and passed paper. Just reach out and reach it.
That was the closest they got.
Later they fell in love. A ten-square-meter wooden house with a single bed, two people squeezed together. Close enough to hear each other's heartbeats.
He thought this was a lifetime.
Until he was diagnosed with ALS.
He started avoiding him. We obviously live under the same roof, but it seems like we are 900 kilometers apart.
He delivers takeout and he pretends not to know. He sent money, but he pretended not to receive it.
They are so close, yet they live so far apart.
The day he died, the winter solstice. He delivered food, ran red lights, and drove trucks in Beijing.
Nine hundred kilometers was the distance he couldn't catch up with.
Some people say that they are finally together in heaven.
So close, it's no longer the end of the world.
Two male protagonists｜BE｜Sadomasochism
