It's was cold as the night slipped in, Chuuya was sat by the fire left with watercolor eyes.
The breeze biting at his neck, as the crimson staining his lips began to smur.
He was used up by the brunette but never owned. Somebody the he would touch but never hold.
So why did he still yearn for Dazai's every move
Perhaps it was his fault for having such a slow heart. The redhead had already realized that he was not the one that Dazai truly loved; just someone to call when the other was truly alone.
He never should have hoped he was the only flower in the brunettes garden.
After all what a camila to a blooming rose.
Glass streaming down chuuya's face.
He really did love Dazai, but the man wasn't his.
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Soukoku Oneshots
Fanfiction{Not my Art, credits to owner!} \ Well, I like Angst, I also like Soukoku. So I'm here to fulfill the needs of people who love angst like me! Please enjoy! I plan to make more stories, so please work with me! This is my first fanfic. Thanks for read...
