Dazai Osamu
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It was a quiet night. Dazai stood at the edge of the rooftop, leaning against the barrier with a cigarette in his hand. He seemed to be deep in thought as he gazed down at the flashing lights of traffic below him. His thoughts swirled through his head, keeping him restless for yet another night - encouraging him to come back to the rooftop. Each time he was here, he seemed to consider doing it once more. Through his silence, he hadn't noticed your presence stood behind him.
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