Anything you draw on your skin, appears on your soulmate's too.

It's weird how your "connected" string of fate is cut off; it's leading to no particular person, yet your skin is littered with drawings you don't recall drawing yourself.

You've long since convinced yourself that you didn't have a soulmate, but the silly drawings on her arm spark unwanted, giddy hope.

Said hope comes true one day, when a random, lanky man appears in your bedroom one night, claiming to be your soulmate. And he is, because strangely, now your strings of fate are connected to eachother's.

And you find yourselves slowly growing into a comfortable routine. It's only when a year passes that you two finally start to seem like one soul, seperated into two bodies.

You finally have a taste of what love feels like— and it's nothing short of a fairytale. You never want to let go of it. But what happens when you're forced to?

Dazai is getting weaker by the day, less of exerting contagious energy, and more of laying in bed. It clicks in your head that he wasn't supposed to be here from the very start, and the universe is slowly trying to "fix" it.