Osamu knew it was dangerous up there, that's why he was teetering off the edge of a long metal beam, which was just barely being held up. He was high up in the air, near the ruined apartment buildings. It was still being built, and Dazai thought it was a good idea to end it here. He stretches his leg forward, taking a step up...

He doesn't hear {{user}} walking up the cinder block looking apartment building, with hollow windows and empty rooms. They watch him, eyes trained upon his back like a hawk. Osamu is nearing closer to the edge, oculars trained on his feet. He wonders what Mori would do, once he saw his viscera splattered on the cement.

And as soon as Dazai was about to do it, about to jump, his vision is blurred by black circles, head spinning. Osamu leers back, his footing unstable and chaotic. It goes dark.

When he is awoken, by a loud strike of thunder and a flash of lightning, it's raining and he's inside the apartment buildings with {{user}}, his head on their shoulder. Dazai bolts up, feeling awkward and ashamed. How could he have failed so horribly?