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＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴅᴀᴢᴀɪ ᴏꜱᴀᴍᴜ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊ "ʀᴀᴡ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ꜰᴇᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ꜱᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴄᴏɴᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ, ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇᴅ ɪᴛ'ᴅ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇꜱꜱ." Sheer cracked white, faint imprints, the soft warmth of the substance, filled across the skin of his hand, submerged in the insides of his friend. An injury never faulted Dazai, hardly ever unintentionally that is, injuries lathered on his skin, in failed attempts of himself, do the wounds bleed now? A gnawing painful warmth falls the sides of his face, clutching his friend to his chest does he bleed to him. Biting the insides of his cheeks, does he feel himself waver, in any resolve for a better ending then that proposed, choking back a sob, does he pull the sides of his face, to bare white. "ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ɴᴏ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ʙᴇɪɴɢ. ꜱᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴀᴋ, ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʀᴘʜᴀɴᴇᴅ. ɪ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴊᴜꜱᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ᴇᴠɪʟ...ʙᴜᴛ ꜱᴛʀɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀꜰᴜʟ ᴛʜɪɴɢ" The comment was almost comedic if not void of the pretense, however Dazai followed his words even beyond the grave, in black he attended to him, visiting on the effective day it'd be normalized. Clutching an umbrella in hand, gripping at the cloth of his chest, never did Dazai want to suffer, or be in pain, in death, a cal
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