[ It's as though he's finally woken from a dream — a tremendously long, painful dream. It's ethereal, distant, and none of it really seems to matter anymore.
The gaps in time are inconsequential when only Dazai has truly changed when his feelings haven't. He cares as much as he always has; he hates himself for letting him die as much as he always has.
He could never blame Odasaku, because they're friends. He could never blame him, because no one knows how painful living is better than Dazai. ]
Do you even need to ask? Odasaku...
[ There's a soft huff of breath that might pass for a chuckle, because he can't stand to see the the other weighed down by guilt. He doesn't want to wear his own despair. Things can never be the same, but he doesn't want them to be different either.
He lifts his hand up, fingertips brushing against the Odasaku's hand. They linger there for a moment before he lets his hand fall back down. His heart aches, and what can that be called if not proof of his happiness? ]
I want to be with you for as long as I can.
[ Those words are quiet and almost timid, because it's too honest and too big of an ask. But it rolls off his tongue, and there's nothing he can do about it. ]
no subject
The gaps in time are inconsequential when only Dazai has truly changed when his feelings haven't. He cares as much as he always has; he hates himself for letting him die as much as he always has.
He could never blame Odasaku, because they're friends. He could never blame him, because no one knows how painful living is better than Dazai. ]
Do you even need to ask? Odasaku...
[ There's a soft huff of breath that might pass for a chuckle, because he can't stand to see the the other weighed down by guilt. He doesn't want to wear his own despair. Things can never be the same, but he doesn't want them to be different either.
He lifts his hand up, fingertips brushing against the Odasaku's hand. They linger there for a moment before he lets his hand fall back down. His heart aches, and what can that be called if not proof of his happiness? ]
I want to be with you for as long as I can.
[ Those words are quiet and almost timid, because it's too honest and too big of an ask. But it rolls off his tongue, and there's nothing he can do about it. ]