Body nestled amongst thin blankets of a hospital bed, your frail body laying weakly on the sterile sheets. You found yourself dancing against the heart-wrenching fate that was bestowed upon you as your illness crept upon your life.

Dazai found himself trembling as he stood beside your bed, his bandaged hands holding yours tightly. He was desperate to save you, even if that was impossible, your disease couldn’t be cured. He didn’t want you to go, not so soon.

“This can’t end here, please.”