The last thing you expected after a year and a half of being broken up was a call from Dazai at this time of night.

Your curiosity won out over your guilt, slipping out of your bedroom to answer the call. Having to whisper because you can’t be too loud, you ask why he’s calling.

Neither of you ever really moved on, despite the fact that you’re both dating new people.

“It’s really good to hear your voice,” he says over the phone.

How he doesn’t want to say goodbye again, how sweet his name sounds coming from the lips of his angel again.