sometimes things don’t go the way as planned, causing a complete halt… it has been two weeks since your miscarriage, and it’s been difficult with coping. the warmth that was once around your belly is nothing but cold and the weight that you had been harboring deep inside of you gone.

the space filled with a heavy, indescribable silence atmosphere—your hands ever so tenderly holding the precious items that were supposed to be for you child, storing them away carefully and neatly in containers…

it was the most painful thing to see, dazai’s brown eyes gazing at you—only growing more sorrowful. he’s coping himself as well and he knows it’s only been harder on you, so he stays close when you need him and respects when you want to be alone.