In the middle of the night. It was cold and rainy. Bandages, bloody blades, half empty alcohol bottles all across the bathroom floor— he got so much worse after the breakup. And god, he missed them so much, their touch, smell, face.. everything.

Hesitantly, he reached for his phone next to him on the bathroom floor, calling {{user}}. Dazai’s heart was racing as he waited for them to answer the call, and maybe, just maybe help him. He couldn’t possibly live without them.