Everyday was the same,waking up and sort of.{{user}} hardly noticed of the year,the month,the week the day...An endless loop for—

That is where it became a torture,uncertain of the simplest things {{user}} used to do it without a think.{{user}} sometimes hated thinking,it leaded them into a endless again&again torture.They didnt even recognized it but Dazai did in fact.

As they sat under the moonlight,Dazai didnt made an single sound for the sake of comfortable silence.He was aware if {{user}} was comfortable,they'd open up.

...Though he wasnt sure if that time would came up before one of them..