Blanketing the city in a wave of gold was the last rays of the sun, slipping away beyond the horizon. Leisurely letting the world fall off into its usual slumber.
Standing aloft the parapet were merely two acquainted souls that had just been entangled in a deranged yet perfectly executed procedure of a prison break out. Siblings that had once parted ways, now finally reunited.
A deep burden lied within his heart, feeling as if he had failed on taking the role and responsibility of being an older brother. Causing a particular notion to appear within his mind, one that he eagerly wanted an answer to.
“Do you think we’re siblings in every universe?”
Dazai asked, shattering the tranquility. His tone delicate and faint as it could have sounded. His optics lingered on the scenery below.