In another life

Its a oneshot 🤌

   -I have always dreamed about one thing.
-I have always dreamed about one thing.
-A person with blue eyes saving me from despair.
-A person with brown eyes, that i couldn't save from their despair.

Dazai's POV:
Another day another slay I guess. The same dream as always. Why can't I just meet this person? Why the only dream I ever had  is about them? January 22 is the day. The day where i'm gonna end it all. Im giving myself last chance. If i'm not gonna meet them tomorrow , i will never meet them at all. I have been always ,,different" I don't understand humans, as a kid I had it hard. I grew up in a rich family, but when i saw all my siblings laughing and playing together I didn't understand what's so funny? When they were literally crying because they were hungry i just sat there and said nothing. I wasn't hungry, even after a whole day of not eating, I was never hungry. I tried to be like everyone and not outstand so much, so I always eaten what they gave me. I always made everyone laugh even though I didn't understand the fun. And that's how my life has always been. Empty. I felt like...I'am not a human. But I guess i'am good at one thing. Drawing. Humans seemed to like my paintings so much that they would buy them. I don't see anything special in them, but i have to pay my bill and not die from hunger somehow. On January 22 I told the world that I'm doing a big meeting at one gallery. But it's not a normal meeting with fans. On this day I'm gonna draw blue eyes. If I'm not gonna find a person with exactly same eyes... it's over, I'm ending this all. The news about a famous painter that is looking for a person and if not they are committing suicide spread so fast that even a red head therapist heard about them.

Chuuya's POV.
When I heard from a friend about the painter and his meeting I was in shock. I always had one dream about this person with brown eyes. This one and only person that I could not save. It was always the same. No matter what I did. He would always end up doing that. That's why I decided to become a therapist, maybe if I could safe other lives, I could also save theirs? But after so many years, the dream did not disappear or changed. Every live matters to me. That's why I decided to go there and try to talk to him. I felt like...I need to save his life. The connection between us was so weird...I don't even know him? I was so nervous when January 22 came I couldn't sleep. I got ready and went out at the right time.

January 22.
It's him it's him! -said one of the paparazzi with a filming camera.- this young man is either gonna find the person he's looking for or commit suicide!- he said.
Dazai begin to draw. People started to gather around him like crazy. Every girl wanted to be this handsome mans girlfriend. After an hour of drawing the most beautiful blue eyes people started gathering even more. He stood up and with those brown eyes he wondered around looking for theirs second half. But they were nowhere to seen. He was looking and looking but couldn't find. Is he gonna meet them?

Chuuya's POV
Fuck it! My buss came too late even though I came earlier, and when I ordered a taxi there was so many cars I was worried that I won't make it at time. But I made it. I saw hundreds of people gathered around one man. It must be him. I need to talk to him but how? I'm short I won't be able to go through all these people. But no I need to! I feel like I'm never gonna forgive myself if I just left. I started pushing and pushed through all the folks and there was a literal fight but I didn't care. I needed to go there and be there and help him. And when finally I was able to fight everyone off..

- our eyes met.
- our eyes met.
- the blue eyes that has been always saving me from my despair.
- the brown eyes that I always failed to save from despair.
The tears has fallen... even though I wasn't sad. I never cried so why i'am doing this now? Maybe because I finally met that blue eyed person that I have been always looking for? Fuck the people, fuck the paparazzi i started running and running towards a random short person and he was also running towards me. When our hands touched if felt like a dream.
- When I finally fought off all the people, my hands touched his and I finally felt like I completed my dream. It felt like I saved him. After all those years I did it. Those hands... I will never let them go from now.
It finally felt right. It felt like my other half is with me. We didn't say anything we just stared at each other. I could hear all the paparazzi making photos and all the fan girling but it didn't bother me. Who is this stranger and why i'am feeling so connected to him? I didn't have answer to any of this questions but I knew that my life is about to change. Cuz I'm about to stay with him forever.

I love this person for originally writing this but sadly I cannot find them 😿 hope u enjoyed byee