My name is Chen Yuzhou, I am 27 years old and I work in sales in Shenzhen.
I worked overtime until midnight that day, and I saw a man in a black trench coat on the side of the road. He was very thin and walked slowly, with half of his hospital gown's trouser legs exposed from under his windbreaker.
I caught up with him out of nowhere and asked him, "Have you eaten?"
He agreed.
Later I found out that his name was Shen Han, and he had advanced gastric cancer. The doctor said he would have three months left at most.
Later, he died in front of me, and his last words were: "Knowing you is the only thing that doesn't hurt in my last days."
Now his suicide note is framed by my bedside, and his words are tattooed under my collarbone. Close to the heart.
He is always here with me, no pain.
Intention: BE