Bye Bye Bye — NYSNC

You should’ve known.

With Dazai, it’s never just what’s in front of you. There’s always another angle, another move, another lie tucked behind his tired smile.

And still, you let yourself believe you were more than just another pawn.

When you confront him, it isn’t explosive—it’s quiet. Inevitable.

“You used me,” you whisper, more tired than angry.

His dark eyes flicker, unreadable. “Don’t take it personally.”

“How can I not? Was I just another puppet?”

His lips twitch into that hollow, familiar smile. “You were the most perfect puppet, dollface.”

It’s almost worse that he says it without cruelty, as if it’s just fact—as if your heart was always meant to be collateral.

You take a step back, breathing steady even though you feel like collapsing, “You could’ve told me.”

“You would’ve stayed anyway,” he says, too softly.

He’s right.

You don’t beg for answers. You don’t ask if any of it was real. You refuse to be another piece on his board, another weapon in his inventory, or another lover in his bed.