The colorful,starry sky feels so close as {{user}} layed on the ground,bored.The occasional tickles of the grass were the things they felt and the occasional flying leaves falled into their face like they were the chosen one.

The sounds of Dazai yapping was muffled under the thoughts.

They werent alone anymore.

During highs and downs,he was there for some reason.But {{user}} never dared to ask for it—the more you ask,the more you get lost.Thats what they believed.