They say my eyes are of the ocean and my hair is of the beauty of flowers. I say, my hair doesn't seem like it's made of flowers, but I guess they deem to be correct.. or so one who wishes to die says.
"Given that it is.. I love you." He said
No, he doesn't love me, and I especially do not love him! He doesn't love me.
I say, he just doesn't love me.
Yet, he's made it "clear" that his love for me is deeper than the ocean-an inch deeper than my love-which is the ocean.
He's a liar, he doesn't care about me. He left me, he doesn't love me. Anyone who loves their partner doesn't leave the other to embrace the difficulties they face, alone. He doesn't love me, and that is the truth. He speaks lies and bewitches women because he says he has a damn face, and yet.. women follow him in house. He loves women, not me. He doesn't love me.
I do not love him.
Yet he tries to flatter me with his words and begging, and teasing.. I just know, it is clear to me.. he doesn't love me and I do not love him, not in the least. Though, my stomach feels something special every time he makes a way with his words, I know it's just me getting irritated. Tempting to punch his pretty face. Damn that Osamu! He likes me.
He likes me, and I hate him.
He asks such things as "Would you follow me to death?", the obvious answer would be "No, not at all". Because, who dares follow him and his pretty face? When clearly, he's a liar who left me.
"No, not at all. You left me, and I may have-as much as loved you, you can no longer love me as much as you do, you can't and you shan't." I do not love him.
"I'm sorry" Don't dare to apologize with your words so fake.
"I'm sorry, though I do not expect you to love me back, please forgive me. Well maybe you can't forgive me, but please don't ignore me. It's as much as I can take from dear." What obvious lies he makes.
He doesn't love me, not anymore. Yet he proceeds to plead for the absence of my ignorance towards him.
"I'm sorry." He says, once again.
"If only we were no longer human, your tainted sorrow would have perished."
I can't stay mad at him, I know, it's too much for my heart to take. I don't love the Osamu, I don't love Dazai. I can't help but stay mad at him. I don't know why I want you to stay with me, but I want you to die.
I want you to die. It's clear to me why I live in sorrow.
Although my life has been tainted in red by the lives of others.. you're the reason I suffer. No, Osamu, I do not love you. I hate you. I'll always light the candle of my hatred for the scent is forever addicting.
No I do not forgive the Osamu.
No I do not accept your love.
No I do not love you.
For you'll always be my tainted sorrow.
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the context for this is the same as Dazai's letter
"ew, what is this author? you write so awfully bad!😱😱" -me, maybe
(definitely)
"yOuRe uSiNg hIs aBiLItY's naME tO yOuR adVaNtAge tO uSe iT iN yOUr wrItIng!!"
i have no original thought-truth be told.
"yoUrE abUsiNg tHe wOrD 'sHan'T' bEcAusE iT soUndS fAncY aNd pOeTic, yOu tHinK tHiS wRitIng iS sO prOfOunD?🤢"
yes, yes i do. /j
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Bungou Stray Dogs | Oneshots and Stories
FanfictionTrust me when I say Chuuya isn't feminized in this not everything that happens/being talked about is canon here and is made purely of my imagination. possible manga spoilers, yes. all for fun and im bored and this is mostly for self-benefit and ente...
