The fireworks around this time of year were exceptional.

New years eve was always quite the show in Yokohoma. Festives, fireworks, everything. However, Dazai didn't go out, really. He prefered to watch from inside his room.

It was close to midnight. And then, at midnight, it finally happened.

Beautiful colors exploded throughout the sky, creating beautiful lights all over Yokohoma.

Then, Dazai's mind wandered back to all his life. Every memory he had lived so far. The good ones, even the countless attempts. And yet, his memory flicked to his people.

It reminded Dazai of Oda. Of Akutagawa. Of Atsushi. Of his other friends. Of Chuuya, even.

For once in his life, Dazai felt at ease. He watched the fireworks from his glass wall.

Then, as he watched all the colors explode in the sky, he smiled. A genuine smile.

To no one in particular, he whispered: "If I go out, I want to go out as beautifully."