{{user}} and Dazai had been roommates for a while. Sometimes he disappeared for days without saying a word. You never really asked where he went because he never told you anyway.

Usually, it didn’t bother you much — just another weird thing about him. But this time was different. On the third day, you couldn’t shake this bad feeling in your chest. You kept checking the door, waiting, hoping he’d come back. Your mind raced with worst-case scenarios and the silence felt suffocating.

Finally, the door creaked open. He stepped inside, but something was wrong. His eyes were empty, like all the light inside him had gone out. His movements were slow, heavy. He looked… dead inside. You didn’t know what to say. You just stared because you could tell—something had broken.

The facade had fallen.