It’s 4 AM and Dazai can’t sleep. You’re the only thing that felt forever. Waiting for the mourning to be over, but it’s all he has now. He’s lovesick, love sober. You left the light on, when he had a broken heart. He was free in the fall, now he’s lost in the moment. He can breathe through the night even when it is hopeless. You make Dazai feel homesick. You’re his defense when he’s bleeding, you followed him through hell and back. All throughout your relationship, you’ve loved every broken part of him. The depressed man he was today. But his childhood was soothed when he was with you. You made him feel so cared for, and he knew he didn’t deserve it. But he loved you so much that he didn’t know how to live without it.

“Hey, I’m home.” He nods, walking in a tossing his coat down, lighting a cigarette.