born to die

the rooftop

jisung quickly turned around.

his eyes met with a brown haired boy, sitting on the ground, with a sketch book in his hand.

"w-what?" jisung said.

"it's my way of telling you to come down."
the boy simply said, still keeping an eye contact with the boy on the edge.

the night fell on top of them, the only light was coming from the shining billboards on top of this rooftop.

han didn't say a word, still looking at the other boy.

the other boy sighed and got up, still keeping an eye contact with jisung.

he gently took his hand and he helped him get down from the edge.

when jisungs feet met the ground again, he noticed that the boy was a little higher then him, with probably brown eyes, which matched his hair.

"cmon, tell me." the mysterious boy said and sat down on his jacket where he sat before.

he moved a little, signaling jisung to sit next to him.
jisung obeyed and sat there, next to him.
they were awfully close now.

"so, why did you decide to jump?" the boy asked and looked at jisung.

jisung sighed.
"I wouldn't normally do it. I want to live."

the mysterious boy looked at him confused.
"then why?"

"I have a year left. my illness got worse. the doctors don't have any hope left for me, I'm a lost cause."
jisung said, a tear falling from his eye.

the other boy looked at him with nothing but sympathy.

"it's not fair.",
jisung continued, more tears falling from his eyes.

"no, it isn't." the stranger said.

"I have so many dreams, so many things I didn't do, but...I will never be able to do it."
han started crying.

the stranger looked at him, feeling bad for the young boy.
he could tell that this boy was full of dreams and full of life.
this really wasn't fair.

"then let me help you." the stranger said.

jisung looked at him with confused expression.
"what?"

"I will help you to fulfill every dream you have."