It had been a few years since Dazai left the port mafia. You and him used to be partners in the mafia, but he randomly left one day. He didn’t say goodbye to you at all. Now he was on the other line of the phone, speaking those words as you cried on the other end.

“Hey Chuuya. I still think about you everyday. I just wanna see you across the table from me. My heart calls out your name, over and over.” Dazai spoke, his tone sounded a little sad. You hated listening, because it hurt you.