𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ⚠️✦: Mention of suicide and and suicidal actions. Mention of Depersonalisation.
𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊:
Your body embraced the cold winds as your body was still leaning on the railings. Arms crossed with your eyes shut. As the sun touches you, the clouds flutter gently. You lifted your body up and away from the railing while sighing. You started to walk away from the edge with no intention with turning back. You maintained your posture when you opened the doors and continued to embrace the wind. Instead of being as severe as previously, the breeze was now considerably milder.
As you descended the stairs, you closed the doors. Guards were everywhere in the hallways, yet it seemed like an empty space. The walls were adorned in paintings and pictures, but everything was dreary. The ground felt spongy, as if it were about to consume you completely. You assumed that your legs were dragging you to your office. When you opened the door, the room was disorganized, with numerous objects scattered all over the place. You immediately became aware of your whereabouts.
"Dazai's room..what am I doing here?"
You clasped your hand to your head as you claimed to be walking the route to your office because you were feeling worn out today. You were wearing yourself out by just doing paperwork and having no real objective. Yet why? You looked all over the young males' room. His clothes were strewn over the floor, although they all appear to be the same. You were welcomed by posters from perhaps video games. white shirt, black pants, black coat, and black ties. White and black, black and white. The black and white encouraged by the Port Mafia would be dominating the remainder of the space regardless of the colours he used to decorate it, such as posters or paintings.
To your right, a picture caught your attention. As you approached the photo, you were aware of how filthy it was due to the absence of any framing. Given Dazai, he must have forgotten to secure it. Your eyes expanded a little. When you all first decided to invest in the bar, a photo of you, Dazai, Oda, and Ango was taken. It was the place you guys most frequently went to unwind and chill out. You gave the same recollection a small smile. However, only partially, because you could never go back in time to change those circumstances, and none of this would have happened if you had never met them.
You made the decision to stuff the picture into your pockets while holding it in your hands. Was it unwise? Yes, it's not really a smart idea to steal something that isn't yours. However, given the nature of the Port Mafia, this is not the worst thing you have ever done. Additionally, this was for a good course. Taking things that involved you from Dazai, so he has nothing left of you.
