A Rose By Any Other Name

a mix of red

TW: gore, rude language, blood, sh, suicide.
proceed with caution.

he stood.

not waiting,

not staring.

but dying.

slowly.

pain.

the blood oozed out of his mouth as he stood there.
it kept going.

and going.

and going.

until it stopped.

he stopped his pulse.

completely.

it was like he could rip it out.

which he did.

the man found himself cutting every part of his body to get to the insides of his heart. his whole stomach was dripping with crimson blood from the oozing of his mouth. he almost choked on the blood. death was clearly welcoming him, but not with open arms.
just as ango figured out, the man can record and control his hearbeat. so, that means he could stop it. anytime, anywhere. but. it would surely need practicd, wouldnt it? and if not, the man has explaining to do.
to die.
the feeling of pain was nothing dazai wanted. he could've done ANYTHING else. anything. but he chose that. why? why?

he stumbled back up.
god didnt want him quite yet, and satan wasn't prepared. so he stayed.
for how long though?