Out of love.. || Ssk
ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ tw : mentioned smoking + drinking.
Based off this song!! (Highly recommend listening while reading) <3
"Nothing can fill up the space
Won't ask you to stay
But let me ask you one thing
When did you ?
fall out of love?
With me?”
⋆˙⟡♡
The wine stained Chuuya's lips.
As if his biting didn't already give them an agonizing red hue.
Irritated and dry.
That's how both he and his lips felt.
He practically slammed the glass of wine down, groaning as he sunk further into the empty bathtub. His only company was the soap dish being used as an ashtray, and the numerous cigarette butts that littered his bathroom floor.
Dazai. Why'd he…
When did he leave?
Days ago? Hell if Chuuya rembered.
He was drinking to forget anyways.
Rain hit the stained window of the bathroom. The sky was grey and heavy. Dazai loves the rain. Is he running around in it now? Is he even in Yokohama anymore?
If he is, Why didn't he even say goodbye?
Just five minutes was all Chuuya wanted from the bastard.
“Why are you leaving?”
“Where are you going?”
“...are we still partners?”
That's all Chuuya wanted. Some closure. When did Dazai stop caring about the PM? What did he lose ? Who did he lose in order to just… run? Was Chuuya not even worth an explanation? Is he such a waste to the bandaged fool?
No use in wondering why his change in heart wandered. All he had was himself now.
That's fine.
He survived without dazai all his life. Three years with him was nothing.
It's fine.
He can be nothing to him.
He'll stay nothing to him. Chuuya had no closure , but he had a bottle to get to the bottom of.
That would be enough for tonight.
Perhaps another bottle.
Definitely not because he cares
Definitely.
“When Did You?
Run out of love?
For me.”
