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Dazai’s dead body lie on the ground, a dark red liquid flows beneath him, covering the around as far as it could reach. A small smile, still visible is on Dazai’s pale face, his eyes empty, full of completely nothing now that he had died. But, were they really ever lively to begin with?
Chuuyas horrified expression shows it all as he drops to his knees.
Dazai’s ghost looked at him with a solemn face, a bitter smile as he turns away, ready to disappear.
Chuuya grabs Dazai’s body, holding it tightly, tears welling in his eyes as he whispers, “I love you, Osamu..” to nobody..
Dazai then turns the FUCK back around as he hears those words, his mouth agape in disbelief. He stares as Chuuya as he collapses to the ground. “FUCKING DAMNIT!” He screams in his now, non existing voice, swallowed by sorrow as he realizes he fumbled the BADDEST bitch in all of Yokohama..