You’d broken up with him months prior.

Dazai is almost pitiful in the way he clings on.

He’s tried just about every strategy in this book- alas, he can’t make you jealous, he can’t make you wistful, nor regretful.

It seems you’re immune to all the ways he’s a typic employer of.

Pebbles crack against the sheen of your window, ricocheting off noisily— demanding of your attention.

His muffled voice sounds from below, sound range smothered by the pane of glass.

“{{user}}!”