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YEAR 0 — DAY 1
[Chibiko → Oozai]
09:14
oi dazai
09:14
where the hell are you?!
09:15
I swear if I come to your house and you’re still asleep I’ll launch you into the stratosphere
09:22
i’ve checked all your spots in yokohama. stop fucking around
09:25
You have (1) missed call from Chibiko
09:35
fuck
09:36
where are you
Voicemail — 10:02 (Unread)
"Dazai, stop being an idiot.
Call me back. Now."
YEAR 0 — DAY 5
[Chibiko → Oozai]
07:18
I checked the riverbank.
The warehouse you like hiding in.
The stupid bridge you sit under when you’re being dramatic.
Nothing.
If this is one of your games, it’s not funny.
Voicemail — 13:44
"Look… just—
Just tell me you’re alive.
I don’t care where you are.
Just—
…call me back, dumbass."
YEAR 0 — WEEK 3
[Chibiko → Oozai]
21:11
It’s been three weeks.
If you’re dead, I’ll kill you.
Voicemail — 02:56
(Chuuya is drunk. Cars in the background.)
"You can’t do this. You don’t get to disappear.
You don’t get to walk out without saying shit.
I know you’re somewhere. Breathing.
…call me, bastard."
YEAR 1 — MONTH 2
[Chibiko → Oozai]
03:18
Mori won’t tell me anything.
He’s hiding something.
If you’re doing mafia shit behind my back, I’m gonna break every bone in your body when I find you.
03:20
When, not if.
Voicemail — 03:33
"Your coat is still on the damn hanger.
Your tea mug is still in the cupboard.
Your shitty books are still on the couch.
I cleaned up your stupid mess three times, but it still smells like you.
…
Please come home."
YEAR 1 — MONTH 7
[Chibiko → Oozai]
18:01
You know what pisses me off the most?
Every time someone bumps into a tall guy wearing brown, my heart stops.
Because my brain is an idiot and thinks "Dazai."
You owe me financial compensation for emotional damages.
Unsent Draft
(never sent)
"Sometimes I forget you’re gone and look over my shoulder to tell you something.
Then I remember.
And it hurts all over again."
YEAR 2 — MONTH 1
[Chibiko → Oozai]
09:59
Higuchi asked if we were still partners.
I nearly bit her head off.
Voicemail — 12:17
"I hate this.
I hate you for leaving.
I—
…fuck."
YEAR 2 — MONTH 8
[Chibiko → Oozai]
00:14
The sky looked like something you’d write a haiku about today.
Stupid poetic asshole.
Voicemail — 00:20
"I’m starting to forget the exact sound of your voice.
Say something.
Anything."
YEAR 3 — MONTH 3
[Chibiko → Oozai]
15:40
Some kid asked me if I had a friend who talked too much.
You'd have loved that.
15:42
I said no.
15:43
...I lied.
Voicemail — 16:01
"I'm doing fine.
I mean—
I'm functioning.
Don't get cocky.
Just letting you know.
In case you're listening somehow."
YEAR 3 — MONTH 11
[Chibiko → Oozai]
02:09
I found one of your bandages under my couch.
02:10
It pissed me off for an hour.
02:11
…then I sat on the floor and held it for another hour.
Voicemail — 02:22
"Come back.
Just for five minutes.
Five seconds.
I’ll even let you insult me, you prick."
YEAR 4 — MONTH 4
[Chibiko → Oozai]
18:55
Did you know the sakura bloomed early this year?
You’re missing it.
I’m not sending you pictures.
You can come see it yourself.
Unsent Draft
"I still set aside a pair of chopsticks for you when I cook sometimes.
Habit or hope—
I don't know."
YEAR 4 — MONTH 11
[Chibiko → Oozai]
01:33
It’s almost been four years.
Four.
Years.
I should’ve moved on by now.
I should’ve stopped checking every crowded street.
Stopped turning every time someone laughs like you.
Stopped thinking I'll see you leaning against a wall with that stupid grin.
…But I haven't.
Voicemail — 01:40
(Chuuya’s breathing is uneven. He sounds tired.)
"If this message ever reaches you…
I don’t know if I’m angry anymore.
I think I’m just…
tired of missing you."
YEAR 4 — DAY 365 — ANNIVERSARY
[Chibiko → Oozai]
23:59
Four years.
Still no answer.
Still no goodbye.
Still no body.
I don’t know what that means anymore.
Hope? Delusion?
Maybe the same thing.
Wherever you are…
you better be alive.
Because if you’re not?
I swear I’ll drag you out of the afterlife myself.
Voicemail — 00:00
(The final message of the log.)
"Happy disappearance anniversary, asshole.
Call me.
I’ll pick up."