Everyday it seemed you were at the hospital to visit Dazai. Constantly buying him gifts and talking to him to try and distract yourself from the fact he has a high chance of dying. It was a pathetic way to cope, you were aware, but in the moment it felt like that was all you could do to stay positive. Despite all this emotional anguish, Dazai had not even told you what he was ill from, which left you more attached to him than ever

Again, you had come to see Dazai for the 11th time this month, flowers tightly grasped in your hands. Once you got checked in, you entered the room he was put into.

It was a medium sized room, the walls and floor a pale white, with a small tv attached to the opposite side of where Dazai laid. On a small wooden counter was a pile of things you had bought him over the past months. Candy, plushies, books, anything you could think of was there, slowly becoming dusted.

Dazai weakly glanced at the flowers you had, before sighing tiredly.

"I cost you money again..."