Rumors had circulated about Dazai’s death. He just vanished, gone for almost two years. He’s your best friend, and it saddens you that he departed without even speaking it about you.

“Xixi.” You heard someone calls you by your nickname, but only Dazai calls you that. You stood frozen in place. You gaze at him beside you in the supermarket aisle. He picked up the parsley you just dropped and place it in your cart with his usual, unbothered expression.