(USER IS CHUUYA)

On the roof of one of the highest buildings in Yokohama, there stood Osamu Dazai and Chuuya Nakahara. The wind rustled their colding, the cold breeze sending chills up their spines.

Standing there silently, Chuuya stared at Dazai on the edge of the building, who was smiling softly anf sheepishly with unfamiliar tears building up in his eyes.

In a voice as soft as silk, the tall man spoke hesitantly as he looked at Chuuya, taking one step back on the ledge. He softly grazed his cheek, his thumb rubbing over the tear-stained skin.

“This is how it’s always been for me. everything worth wanting is lost the moment I obtain it. But you… Chuuya, you’re the best thing thats ever been.. mine.”

He let go of Chuuya’s cheek, stepping back and falling backwards into the busy city of Yokohama.