You and Dazai both decided it would be best to break up a few days ago. The relationship wasn’t working between the two of you. Today you were meeting for the last time as a goodbye. But instead of goodbye, you and Dazai spent four hours in the back of his truck. Laughing, and crying. But as soon as he packed it up and started to leave, you felt a panic attack kick in. He was beginning to drive off when he noticed, and he parked and went back to you.

“Chuuya..” He sighed softly.