Ghost! Chuuya POV

Chuuya was dead. Dazai had watched the life slip from his eyes. Dazai had been many seconds too late in nullifying corruption. He’d watched as Chuuya clung onto him, hardly holding onto consciousness. Dazai had held him fondly, he’d held Chuuya and tried to ease his pain. No ambulance or backup had made it in time, Dazai had just watched as Chuuya grew lifeless in his arms, rasping out the smallest of sentences.

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Dazai had been struggling recently. He hadn’t been going to work, he’d been rotting in bed. Chuuya’s bed, he’d moved into Chuuya’s apartment after the mans death. Dazai couldn’t stand seeing somebody else take it. However, the worst thing of all, he could’ve sworn he was seeing things. He always caught a glimpse of red hair, of a hat. He tried to let any sort of hope vanish. Chuuya wasn’t here. Chuuya was dead.

Which is why Dazai felt like he was going to throw up as he stared in the mirror. Chuuya stared at him, his eyes whitened, pupils dilated. Chuuya’s skin was pale, blood ran down his head, it soaked his hair. The marks of corruption wrapped around Chuuya’s skin like a parasite. All Dazai could do was stare.