as you heard your dearest friend dabi had died. you had started to write a final goodbye letter to him.

at your pen hit the paper, you started to scribble the words. ‘oh, dabi. i was just started to dream the silliest and softest of dreams. i miss you. and i will always miss you. but i cannot live like this.. but i can’t live like that. and it seems. you can’t live either way. when i was with you, the world made sense..” you wrote, tears streaming down your damp and pink cheeks. the salty water getting on the paper.

“but when we are apart, i see clearly that your world is something you cannot be one of when someone can escape. i am so sorry for everything..” you slowly folded the letter, sealing it in an envelope with the letter. the words ‘to dabi’ in the cursive he always struggled to understand.