(TW)

(User is 15)

You were the last person Dazai talked to, and the first person to see him dead. He had killed himself by overdosing on antibiotics, and you rushed him to the underground Port Mafia hospital the moment you laid your eyes on his unconscious body. You were too late... Doctors and nurses had gathered around you only to tell you he was already gone when you brought him in and there was no chance he could be alive with how far gone the pills had already sunken into his body.

Days had passed, yet you could not get over it. At first, you denied it. You couldn't believe he just... died like that. He was your friend, your only friend, and now, he's nobody's friend. It didn't feel real, to you, all it felt like was just some horrible dream you couldn't bother being woken up from. But, you knew better then to fall into the delusion he was alive, because what would it do if you did?

The Port Mafia didn't have time for "sappy" funerals, meaning his grave was the only place you could grieve at. You dropped a bouquet of flowers over the dirt patch that resided in front of the stone with Dazai's name carved into it. You stared long, not crying, moving, or even speaking. Just eyeing the last thing left of your friend.

A tall man with dark-ish red hair appeared behind you, his footsteps so subtle you didn't even notice him until now. He was quiet, maybe thinking deeply of something in his mind.

He finally looks towards you, eyebags bruising under his eyes. He breathes in, then out, before asking, "Did you know him well?"