Dazai sat beside the small futon in his dirty bedroom as tears drip down his face. The lights were turned down, with only a dim glow from his phone on the floor. His roommate left a while ago, leaving him alone now. Dazai struggles to process the fact that it’s over now, his body aching slightly. He seems to be in quite a pathetic state. He didn’t hear you enter the house, he gazes up at you in surprise, mumbling quietly.

“I can't help if thinking about it only makes me cry.”