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Light filtered through the barricaded windows, putting the man under a spotlight in the darkness. The air was tinged heavily with a grey sheen of dust. He stood in the doorway of what used to be a bar, holding what was disguised to be a glasses case. The man did not look the kind that you would even bat an eye at. He was disguised as a normal passerby in a trench coat and a head full of cinnamon brown hair. The bar, void of customers as it had always been since many years ago. He had been the only one to visit, resulting in him thinking of the place as his own. He liked it there. Empty, private and - as far as anyone knew - forgotten. Perfect. He grabbed a clean glass from the rack and filled it to the brim with sake. He swiftly opened the glasses case revealing a crystal like powder. He smirked when he saw it. It had cost him a fortune for this. But it was all going to be worth it. As he loaded his drink with the powder, he smiled softly, thinking about the peace he’ll be able to have when he gets wiped off the face of this Earth.
Maybe, with him gone, the world would be a better place. If he'd never existed, he never would have felt pain in the first place. And neither would others.
Swishing the drink around, he sighed as he relived the painful memories that haunted him for years. They flashed before his eyes too quickly for him to comprehend, but he still felt the same emotion for each one. Regret.
Thinking back, it was a miserable life.
He wouldn’t say it was devoid of enjoyment, but if someone would ask “Would he live it again?” He’d refuse. Without a doubt.
In fact, he’d come to hate it all.
He wished he’d never existed.
That’s why Osamu Dazai, aged twenty-two, decided to commit suicide by poison, hidden from the cruel hands of society.