“I’m so sorry.”

Dazai’s voice is gentle, hushed. He wouldn’t want to break the atmosphere he struggled so much to build up— all that was keeping your breakdown from worsening was the semblance of peace he offered you.

Grief swamped you as though you were drowning, clogging your lungs & stinging your eyes. A mottled panoply of emotions flooded you, ranging from guilt to despair, and back again.

Dazai knows the best he can do is merely to hold onto you, and allow you to cling to him.