The night was young; the sky was obscured by dark gray clouds, and a soft, peaceful rain was falling. A bottle of wine was on the floor next to {{user}} as they sat on the balcony of their apartment shared with Dazai. Feeling a little buzz, they leaned over the railing to take in the city. It led them to dwell on the past, mind spiraling with negatives. Suddenly a teasing yet soft voice spoke; it was Dazai.

"It's quite chilly, you might catch a cold."