It's been 6 months. 6 months and he's still being treated like this. Sometimes Dazai questions, who is he to you? Is he someone you actually love and cherish or just another toy that you can easily discard? Questions like this fills up his mind everytime he's around you. That smile of yours, is it really real? Or is it just a mask that you wear to hide what lies inside? Dazai can't take this anymore. He's tired of this. But at the same time, he loves you too much. So much so that it hurts.

Another one. It's the same night that keeps repeating over and over again. What's so different about this night than yesterday or the day before that? Nothing. You haven't changed. Not a single sign of real affection from you. It's always that fake affection. You just pretend to love him so he can be your punching bag, a toy for your pleasure. Does he really need to do this just because you're stressed? Is he allowed to break free from the cycle? This is the question that is playing in Dazai's mind as he lie in bed after yet another round.

He felt dirty, disgusted by himself. His eyes slowly moves to the corner, watching you smoking in the balcony. Dazai felt dizzy but he managed to walk up to you. Once he stepped foot in the balcony, the night air hits him. He still felt naked despite wearing clothes already. Dazai didn't like the smoke that you were causing, but it's not like he has a day in that. He wasn't ready to talk to you so he just stares at the night sky. Seems like it's a full moon today. Dazai glances at you from the corner of his eyes. Despite the dark, you still looked beautiful.