𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤

Dazai Osamu (Angst)

*TRIGGER WARNING*
This oneshot will have talk of overdosing, death, suicidal thoughts, and overall sadness. please do not continue if you feel that you will be uncomfortable!! thank you, lets continue.

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The rustling of the trees and the sound of the wind flowed through Dazai's ears as he leaned on his balcony, a crisp cup of whiskey with a solid spherical ice cube in his hand. He shook the cup back and forth, listening to the clinking of the two objects.

"I'm gonna need a refill."

With a heavy sigh, Dazai trudged over to his table and popped the bottle top of his whiskey open.

"Drinking early in the morning again?"

The woman stood by his doorframe, previously entering without a sound and silently scanning Dazai's atmosphere. It was indeed something to behold.

"My habits have no effect on my everyday life, besides, a little whiskey is essential for a man like me."

The woman heaved a deep sigh, a hallow pain
from her heart.

Slightly above a whisper, she spoke, "When will you change Dazai.."

"Pardon me, Darling?"

"Nothing," she sighed again, "Let's get on with today shall we?"

"Indeed."

Dazai set his cup of whiskey down and left with the woman, prepared to carry out their mission.

The woman in question is Dazai's romantic partner, or supposed to be. He rarely treated her as such, hell, his whiskey was more prized than she'll ever be, correct?

Upon arriving, they stood infront of the building they were commanded to scope, it was a potential sight for another Mafia building, possibly a hide out or maybe even a storage sight.

The woman looked down to the ground, that sudden emptiness she continously felt at random started to settle again. Her bones tingled and her blood ran cold through her body, her pupils turning into a deep void.

"Hey, come on we should finish this quickly, my whiskey is still sitting in my room ya know."

He began stepping away into the building, his hands warm and cozy in his pockets as he whistled to his heart's content.

He didnt even look behind to see if she was there, or even breathing. Would he even care? Was she ever even meant to be his?

She silently walked forward and followed him, with absolutely no feeling in her body.

The moon was high in the sky, glowing on the Woman's face as she stood by Dazai's balcony. She silently stood and stared at the moon, she stood and stared until Dazai spoke.

"Hey Darling, could you get me another bottle of whiskey? I seem to have sipped my last drop."

Without a word, she stepped out of his room to get his whiskey. His damned whiskey.

Her hand clutched the bottle in her pocket, and with empty eyes, she delivered Dazai his whiskey and went back to the balcony to have her silent conversation with the moon.

The next day began the same way it always did. The woman came to retrieve Dazai, He set his whiskey cup down, and they departed to go scope out some buildings for the mafia.

The constant repitition began to be too much for her. She felt as if she was stuck in a ditch, forced to eat the same sand and dirt as she did yesterday, with those icy, empty eyes.

Upon returning home, the woman did not return to Dazai's room with him. She instead went to her own, which Dazai didnt even raise a brow to.

The next morning began the same, Dazai leaned on his balcony with a crisp cup of whiskey, and waited for his girlfriend's arrival.

The seconds turned to minutes, minutes to hours, and Dazai became impatient.

"What a waste of time."

He set his whiskey on his table and made his way to the woman's room, prepared to yell at her for not waking up on time to retrieve him.

When he opened her door, a feeling he never felt before struck him.

His heart had dropped to his knees, and his eyes bulged open on impulse. A cold sweat broke through his forhead, and he collapsed to his knees.

The woman he was connected to was lying on the floor with sleeping pills scattered around her, the other half she had consumed. A tall bottle of Dazai's whiskey sat on her bedside table, completely empty.

Pain and suffering was all he could feel, and full guilt. it was completely his fault, he was supposed to be the reason she felt emotions again after so long, but it didnt even last.

All he could do was hold his precious Lover, and sob in his sorrow as the pain and guilt of his actions settled into his skin.

Dazai's drinking only increased for the next couple days, he didnt leave his room, he didnt even change his clothes.

As he drank, he clutched the very same pill bottle the Woman clutched in his pocket.

He had decided that he no longer deserved the right to reside in this world. He'd absolutely screwed up, and he was the cause of another life dear to him, being erased completely from this world.

He popped the pill bottle open and dumbed every last pill into his mouth, washing it down with his crisp, cold glass of whiskey that resembled his heart.

In his final moments, he collapsed and felt complete emptiness to his bones.

"So this is how you felt....." He looked up to his ceiling and heaved a deep, painful sigh. "I'm so sorry."

His eyes shuffled into a deep dark void, and a single tear slid down his cold, icy cheek as he gave his last breath.

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this was a request for osamuuwuu i hope you liked it love!