It was like a sticky coldness wrapped around his limbs, dragging him bit by bit into the bottomless abyss.
He felt body heat covering his hands. "It doesn't matter, I will always be there." He saw the sun piercing the darkness.
He ushered in the "sun".
His dawn.
"I have AIDS." The clear voice became hoarse, as if there were hands digging into his throat.
The smoke slowly rose from his mouth, and there was only a soft "I'm sorry."
All the stars in his eyes went out.
The crimson blood flowing from his mouth mixed with the blood of another man.
He pushed him away like crazy, and roars could still be heard from his broken throat, "Are you crazy?!"
"I like you like crazy."
He pulled him, and the strength he had not seen for a long time seemed to come home suddenly. "Blocking medicine... Blocking medicine... You can still be saved, come with me!!!" Hot and moist liquid couldn't stop pouring out of his eyes, scrambling for relief.
"I have the right to decide my own life and death. You have no right to order me to live. You are selfish."
In the darkness, there was a heavy and helpless sigh.
"Sorry, I'm late."
This is clearly the dusk sun, but we regard it as the dawn light. ——Notre Dame de Paris