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。｜who we were back then ｜。🖤

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Idk what to say, the photo is nice anit it?😃

Dazai POV:

"Everything is temporary, this was merely one of those things."

He said. The words smacked me in the face, they were a punch to the gut. A stab in the heart. All I knew was they hurt.

And then he left.

Who we were back then.

We were different people.

Children.

Different Children.

Double black.

Partners in crime.

It's not fair.

Why?

Why does this happen?

This is a cruel word.

Why is this happening?

Why am I alive?

Why did I leave?

Why did he leave?

It's my fault.

3rd person:

The man sat there. Rain soaking his body inside and out. Cleansing him of his sins. Washing away every crime, every arson, every murder. If only. If only that's how things worked. He sat. Remembered things in Flashback after flash back.

Dazai/3rd person POV?:

"Come on!!! We are gonna be late!"

"I'm coming slug!"

"Shut the fuck up before I strangle you!!"

"I would like that."

He stoped in his tracks.

"What?"

"Oops! Did I say that out loud? Silly me."

He was shook.
He looked like a joke.
His eyes shone so bright.
They looked like lights.
Beautiful blue.
Like the morning dew.
Like the afternoon sky.
Watching plains fly by.
Beautiful blue.
Of different hues.
Blue tinted glass.
Like his amazing sass.
Red ginger hair.
It's added his flair.
The obsession of hats
Because he was a brat.
The Obsession of wine.
Because we was define.
Chuuya.
Chuuya.
Chuuya.

The man.

The man I have lost.

He's gone.

I left.

He left.

Back then.
I wouldn't have cared.
I wouldn't have cared that he left.
I wouldn't have been crying for days.
I wouldn't have been cooped up in my home.
I wouldn't, no... couldn't.
Because why?
Because I had hated him.
Because he was a brat.
Because he was annoying.
Because I had hated him...

When we were young.
We would joke about killing each other.
We both knew we cared for each other.
We both knew that we trusted each other.
We both knew we wouldn't leave.
Or we thought.

I never thought I'd be the one to hurt him.
I always thought it would have been him.
It's my fault.
"I guess we weren't meant to be."
Those were words he had said to me.
After 4 years.
I felt bad.
I wanted to say sorry.
I wanted to cry,
Scream,
Yell,
Something.
But nothing came out.
That was the worst mistake of my life.

"Have you been drinking, you look terrible."
Words I said to him.
I still laugh at his reaction.
It's funny.
He had been confused on how I could tell.
I told him it was my senses.
He laughed.
My heart broke.
Because I would never hear that laugh.
Ever.

"Sometimes I wish I could just fall asleep and never wake up."
I said that when I was 16.
Chuuya had yelled at me for that.
Said I shouldn't say things like that.
I asked why.
He said because he would miss me.
I told him to stop lying.
He said he wasn't.
I looked at him.
Wide eyed.
His eyes were determined.
I leaned close.
No knowing what to do.
I felt lips.
Soft plump lips.
Lips on lips.
Tongue on tongue.
Body on body.
It felt nice.
Felt like.
Love.

We laid on the bed.
Heavy breathing filled the air.
He lay on my chest.
I played with his hair.
He looked up at me.
I looked down at him.
He kissed my nose.
I pecked his lips.
He smiled.
I smiled.
It was the two of us.

Soukoku.

Double black.

Partners in crime.

Partners.

Lovers.

Back then they were in love.
Two fools thinking they could rule the world.
Two fools in love.
At least they thought they were.
Thought they were unstoppable.
Unbeatable.
Unbreakable.
They thought no one could separate them.
That was true.
The only thing that could.
Was themselves.

One left.
One left the other one alone.
The other one cried for days.
Yelled for days.
Smoked for days.
Drank for days.
Until one day he stopped.
The agony and pain stopped.
He lay in his bathroom.
Lay on the cold tile.
Lonely.
Cold.
Numb.
The only words to describe him.
I'd like to add one more as well.
Heartbroken.
His one and only love had left.
Left him alone.
Knowing he had a fear of abandonment.

Back then.
We had no fucks to give.
No standard to meet.
We were.

Free.

Free children.

No cares in the world.

That doesn't matter now.

It's all behind us now.

From enemy's.
To lovers.
To enemy's.
That's just how the word works.

Because life isn't fair.

Who we were back then?

I don't know them.

Their a fragment of my imagination.

A/n: woah so egey shit. Fun to write though. It was hard to write in this format. The poem was super fun to write as well. Well I hope you enjoyed cus this took like 2 hrs😂
Byeeee!!!

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