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It's 1:45 am.
Chuuya lies awake on his bed, trying to clear his thoughts about Osamu Dazai and to focus on getting sleep. It doesn't work, though.
He sighs and picks up his phone from his side table. He wants to leave him a voicemail, cursing him and yell death threats through his phone until his voice gets hoarse and tired.
Never mind, he just remembered he had an executives meeting in the morning. Definitely not a good idea to lose his voice, then.
He puts his phone back on his side table. Instead of sleeping, he reminices on their relationship.
He misses how they screamed and kissed each other in rain.
He misses how the brunette cursed his name, and how he cursed his back.
He misses how that kind of rollercoaster rush he got whenever he was with him.
He misses how wild and crazy, yet so intoxicating and frustrating, he was.
He missed his touches and kisses to his skin, reminding him he was human too and the comfort it brought to him.
He missed making out with him and showing up to Port Mafia meetings with messed up hair and clothes.
Not only that, but he misses him like how the stars miss the sun in the morning sky.
He'll never experience that kind of relationship with Dazai ever again.