#difficult situations

"Please here me out (Name)" Dazai tried to reach out for you as you continued to step closer to the exit. You continued to ignore him as he persisted to get your attention. "I can't let you go, I can't have a repeat."

"You are a moth in a field of butterflies." You hesitated to walk again, curiosity peaked but so did the sting of your emotions when you saw him with that woman. Dazai saw your hesitance and continued on, "A moth uneasily spotted. However, once someone like me saw you it was much easier to tell you apart from the rest. You shine much brig-"

"Then why couldn't you tell me apart from that lady? Your sweet useless nothings can't save you, learn that Dazai. Grow up." It stung both for you and Dazai. He had never heard that tone in your voice, one so distant, one full of distain. "I'm ashamed I entrusted my heart into your tainted hands. Take the hint and leave me alone."

Your body left the exit before your mind could consider the option of jumping back into his arms, and taking back every word that spilled out of your lips. Perhaps it was for the better.

Immediately, you pulled out your phone and decided to text the closest person to you. Chuuya.

After contemplating for a while, you decide to ask to come over to Chuuya's house. Everything outside reminded you of Dazai, it ached. Your heart ached more than ever before. The better the experience, the harder the separation.

As you were driving towards Chuuya's house, it happened occasionally and you wished it didn't, but your eyes glanced over the places you hung out with Dazai. Despite the nostalgia, you had to continue driving. You couldn't let the deep hiraeth rise to the surface, you couldn't act like those film characters that ran back to their ex because they were dependent on them. At least, not immediately.

A loud piercing sound makes it way to your ears, which makes your eyes widen and body jump. Your hands grip onto the the steering wheel intensely as your foot slams down onto the brakes. The foot once hovering over the accelerator fell limp. Your head is already spinning, and top to it all off, your upper half gets launched forward from the immediate stop. All you could hear are the heavy breaths you exhaled. In the distance, you could hear yelling and shouting. Your hands start to peel off the steering wheel slowly. The adrenaline passes you so slowly, but once your snapped out of your trance you find that you were just blocking traffic, Perhaps, today just put you off, if no one cared then why should you?

Eventually, you do make it to Chuuya's house. As asked of you you pull out your phone to inform Chuuya that you are outside.

"For someone who just corrected me so willingly you look so stolid. Did something happen?" Chuuya says immediately as he glazes over you before" ushering you in. You roll your eyes and throw yourself onto his couch, "Two things to be exact."

He raises his eyebrow at this silently and goes into the kitchen. "Do you want anything to drink? I'm grabbing myself some Petrus 2018 Magnum."

"I thought you liked your wine older because it tasted better Mr. Avid-wine-collector. I might not be mentioning just wine either." You can hear him scoffing at your remark.

"Excuse me?"

"You're excused." He grumbles loudly from the kitchen, you can feel him burning a hole through the couch.

"I'm not into older people. Just answer the question, do you want wine orrrr?" You nod and he somehow seems to understand that you want a glass of wine as well.

"I'm not a mind reader, use your words next time."

"Could've fooled me." Chuuya sighs at your response. "So what was making you feel all serious?"

As he brings over the drinks, you snap like your fingers like you had just figured something out. "Oh yeah that." He hands you the glass and you sit up from your previous laying-on-the-side position. Immediately, you down the wine and Chuuya doesn't seem to mind. He flashed you a worry look as the alcohol settles into your system. "Well to start, I broke up with Dazai."

His face morphs from worry to a mix look of shock and relief? "Well he was an asshole anyways. Though can I ask why?" He sips his wine in curiosity.

"He cheated on me."

"WHAT." He shouts accidentally. Chuuya sits there in silence waiting for a 'Just kidding!' or maybe another response that indicated you were just playing around. No response was returned, only more silence.

"So, you really broke up with him?" He questions, not believing the obvious truth. "Are you going to run back to him?"

"I'm not sure..." You answered truthfully and you don't know if it was the alcohol or just your heart talking. It definitely wasn't your brain talking though.

"Well I have something to tell you." Chuuya averts his eyes, gripping the wine glass tightly. His body mimics your movement and position. He takes another sip of wine before looking at you with a nervous expression and you had to admit he looked attractive. He leans forward and you dread the words that would slip out of his mouth. "I.." He starts, and a rosy hue floods his face. "I like you- and I know this is such a bad time to confess but I don't think I can't keep it a secret any longer and... and." He looks at his wine glass in his hands. "I'm sorry."

You stare at him for a concerning amount of time in silence, he squeezes his eyes shut preparing for rejection.

"I'm honored Chuuya.. but can I have time to think?" Chuuya looks up at you and nods, understanding your decision.

"And I hope we can still be friends even if I don't feel the same in the end." You add.

"Yeah of course." He responded, however, you knew if you refused or returned his feelings nothing would be the same. It was just the false belief that everything was going to get better, no crisis stays forever anyways.