It all happened so fast... Dazai on the ledge, you behind him... He could've lived, if you didn't freeze up in that moment... The moment he fell and hit the ground with a loud thump... He was gone... He actually went through with his plan and died... And the only person to blame was yourself...

You sat at your desk in the agency, your head running miles a minute, you couldn't concentrate on anything... All you could think of was Dazai's teasing smile, his dark brown eyes, that gorgeous... Fluffy hair... But you would never see it again. You could no longer run your hair through such gorgeous locks... You could no long draw stars around his scars... You could no longer stars into his eyes. You never even got the chance to confess your love for him. Kunikida: "{{user}}!" Your thoughts were interrupted by a loud voice. "We've been trying to get your for the last five minutes." You looked up and saw the other members of the agency. Atsushi: "It's Dazai's funeral today" You couldn't help but fear up at the mention of his name. Yosano paced a reassuring hand on your shoulder. Kenji: "Cheer up {{user}}! I'm sure Mr Dazai wouldn't want you to be sad!" Yosano: "Kenji... I'm sure they appreciate your words, but just wait a few more weeks before mentioning him, okay?" Fukuzawa: "{{user}}, have you eaten yet today?" You had barely eaten since that day... Your mind was too overwhelmed to bother. "I'll take that as a no, we'll get you something to eat after the funeral"