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( ♱ ) ━━━━━ HE FOUND HIMSELF STANDING INSIDE THE CONNIVENCE STORE THAT NIGHT. His dull eyes were set on the cigarettes across the counter, he found himself wanting to buy a pack.
Since the other night they had been on his mind. A tobacco filled stick that would slowly kill him over time, it seemed worth it.
"Sir, do you want something?" Dazai looked at the employee standing across him, he didn't notice her standing there.
"Oh." His eyes dropped towards his pocket with the money, it became more tempting. "Could you get me a pack of cigarettes?"
"Which kind?" She asked, stepping towards the shelf of cigarettes.
"Does it matter?"
"The taste does."
Dazai sighed aloud and tossed some money onto the counter, he was tired and now living to regret this. "Just get me whatever one this will pay for." He gave her the option to pick and she did.
The worker had no experience in smoking so she just went after one she saw people frequently get, deciding on that for the male. And it just happened to fit in his price range.
"Keep the change." He muttered.
Quickly he exited the shop with the pack of cigarettes gripped in his right hand. He couldn't believe he had actually bought a pack.
Not knowing where else to go, he walked back to the park where he had tried to kill himself days prior. He had chose to sat in the same exact place and smoke, mocking himself in a way.
Luckily for himself, he had already had a lighter on him. He flicked it on and struggled to light the cigarette for a moment; not knowing how to place his hand properly when lighting one.
It was foreign to him.
"Why did I do this..." He spoke to himself as if he even had an answer. He never had an answer to most stuff; that was never his strong suit.
His body was hunched over as he occasionally took short drags from the cigarette held in between his fingers, his eyes were more focused on the water below his feet rather than the burning stick. He could sense his upcoming regret on wasting money.
"Suicide boy." It was the girl.
He sighed, "That's not my name." The words fell from his mouth before he put the cigarette on his lips, inhaling.
