The train station was quiet, the early morning fog rolling in as the world still slept. You stood on the platform, your bag slung over your shoulder, the cold seeping into your bones as you faced Dazai. He was standing just a few feet away, hands buried in his coat pockets, his eyes darker than usual.

"You’re really going, huh?" His voice was soft, but there was a tension underneath it that made your heart ache.

You nodded, swallowing hard. "Yeah. I have to." The words felt heavy, like each one was pulling you deeper into something you couldn’t escape from.

Dazai’s eyes lingered on yours, and for the first time in a long while, you saw something like vulnerability flicker in them. "You know," he began, his voice barely above a whisper, "I could ask you to stay."

Your breath caught, but you knew where this was headed. You shook your head slowly, trying to keep your voice steady. "But you won’t."

His smile was sad, broken, and it twisted something deep inside you. "No. I won’t."