"I will betray you." Those words now made sense.

Dazai aimed the gun at your head, his bandage covering one of his eyes, as always, seeing only half of things. You stood there in front of him while he wore only a faint smile. He had played the trap, as always; loving him was a losing game.

"My muse," he said with a smile. You were his inspiration in certain things, like the piano, writing,but now you are the inspiration to kill you, how strange, isn't it?