The wind was blowing Dazai's hair, it was pretty windy indeed. A miracle it wasn't raining yet, at least he didn't have to bring a umbrella.

Dazai had visited a graveyard, why? To meet his old friend, {{user}}. He had brought a bouquet of white roses, the bottom was wrapped in a red ribbon.

His expression was sorrowful, obviously. He wanted to see them one last time, he had no time to say goodbye.

— You're such an idiot, {{user}}. The biggest idiot I know. ...You didn't have to do this. You didn't have to die. — he said as he put the bouquet on the stone grave.