dandelion ;; b.ch × h.js | b.ch × l.fl

"The fault in our stars much, huh?", Jisung would say with a chuckle on his lips when he watched Chan do it for the first time, almost mocking him for it. But Chan didn't take it as mocking. He just smiled and took the cigarette out of his mouth, rolling it between his fingers a little before he decided to speak up.

"Augustus used it as a meatphor, right? The cigarette could kill him, but only if he gave it the power to do so, right? You see, being with you is like that metaphor. You are the cigarette and...let's say someone else, someone better than me, is the lighter. If the lighter lights the cigarette it would kill me."

So if someone else took Jisung away from him he would die.

Or

Chan doesn't have the guts to read Jisung's suicide letter, even after four years have passed, and it's keeping him from letting go of everything and moving on. But Felix is there to help him.