It was too much to deal with. Dazai and you were in a “talking stage,” or so you thought. Apparently to him it was nothing except a fling. But whenever he was drunk he’d come crying saying he needed you. He could kiss a hundred boys in bars, shoot another shot to try to stop the feeling. He could say it’s just the way he is, make a new excuse, another stupid reason. He’d have to stop the world just to stop the feeling. You just stared at his drunken state, as he begged you to stay with him.