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— “Every morning I long to hear your voice”

Characters :: Dazai x reader

Type :: angst

Notes :: took me so long to actually post something on here omg FISBEJ

Summary :: dazai mourning your death

They were like a ghost or is that follows Dazai every second a bittersweet reminder of something he will never have the privilege of having again for his lover’s body is now buried underground and cold, devoid of the life the cells used to hold.

The autumn leaves crunched with Dazai’s every step, the cemetery green grass was now covered during the autumn season with crumbling dead leaves. It has been 8 months since he last heard his beloved voice and the seasons was the only sign that time has moved for Dazai, the only thing that bought his grief driven mind out of it’s trace. He eventually got to the spot he was travelling to, moving the orange leaves aside to stop them from covering s/o’s forever bed.

He would normally drop off flowers but had no money to spare, the apartment the couple used to share littered with empty bottles of cheap sake and cans of crab. Dazai sat before the grave a name he used to call out so often etched on the lifeless concrete. He strangely didn’t tear up like the months before now just staring at the grave with lifeless eyes which nearly could be mistaken for a undead corpse.

He didn’t know what he was doing anymore so just spoke to his lover’s grave like they were still breathing in front of him no concern for the possibility of looking crazy. He might as well be crazy at this point right?

“I lost my wallet in the river again luckily the photo of us didn’t get lost at least though” He spoke voice solemn and a pathetic attempt of mimicking the life he used to have in his tone when he spoke to you.

Dazai was jealous of the dirt that covered your body, as selfish as this is, he wanted to be the one to die first, the one to be sleeping forever getting the luxury of being with you for his whole life, yet here he is. He was struggling going through this grief for a second time and he didn’t think he could anymore.

“Y’know every morning I awake up and long to hear your voice belladonna, I miss the warmth it had” He mumbled voice cracking at the seams.

⭒ ‘ Project sekai 𓏲ּ ֶָ֢.

Nothing here yet…

✦ Case study of Vanitas

Nothing here yet…

᭡ ˖Bungo stray dogs 𖦹︎ ࣪ ៹

Dazai…

— “Every morning I long to hear your voice”

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