Touch his body tender, cause the feeling makes him weak. Kicking off the covers, you see the ceiling while he’s looking down at you. How can you go back to being friends when you just shared a bed? How can he look at you and pretend you’re someone he never met? It was last December, you were crying on his chest. He still remembers, he was scared to take a breath. He didn’t want you to move your head. The devil in his eyes, won’t deny the lies he’s sold. You’re holding on too tight, while he lets go. This is casual. But yet again, nothing about it was casual at all. The way you teased each other, touched each other, looked at each other. How can this mean nothing to him? It couldn’t have. You used to spend every waking second together, and now you barely speak. Dazai had cut you off from his life, he said it would be good to distance yourselves. He told you that dating wouldn’t be right, it couldn’t happen. Even though he knew how badly you wanted to. He didn’t want labels. Out of nowhere, he had sent you a text saying, “I’m coming over.” Which is why you were currently under him, while he made out with you on your bed.

“Always running back to you huh?” He laughed at himself, though it was a pained one. He kissed your ear and cheeks.