Until we meet again

How it used to be

Imagine being in love with someone and your love is reciprocated. Being important to that person, being loved by that person, being cared by that person but, at the same time, also being the second in every aspect and being hurt by the same person multiple times.

Imagine being madly in love with someone. So much that living without them feels like no less than hell. so obsessed with someone that their absence in your life suffocate you yet, still hurting them unintentionally. It hurts the other but it hurts you more.

Love is a messed up concept. How do you define love? What does it even mean?

Third person's POV

Both Dazai and Chuuya worked for the same company and earned good income. They lived as a married couples in a beautiful apartment in the city named Sapporo in Hokkaido region of Japan. It was a beautiful house with enough glass windows for natural light to come in and with plenty of space, three rooms with one being their bedroom, one for the guests and the last one for office work or for storing (or for the child they would have adopted), a kitchen with dinning area, one bathroom, a spacious living area with sofa set and a coffee table near glass door and glass wall of the balcony (on the right of the sofa set) facing the wall completely occupied by book shelves and a T.V., and the wall on the apposite side covered with their photos and a cupboard. And every single wall in the apartment covered in painting made by Chuuya.

They had somewhat the kind of a life as a couple what many people fantasized. It was a sweet life but not completely flawless. They would sometimes take shower together and undress each other for bath. Would stay in the bed for longer in the morning and coddle when it was day off. Give morning kisses. Bring gifts for the other for no reason. Just sit and watch the other do whatever and praise the way the other looked in their mind. And Dazai loved it when Chuuya would wear his shirt and make them breakfast or do other work wearing it.

"Osamu, if you are free on this sunday, how about we go out somewhere" said Chuuya looking down at Dazai from behind who was sitting comfortably on the sofa with his eyes closed, head resting on the top of the back rest of the sofa, after returning from the work. It was Thursday evening, 7 P.M., and they had just returned home from their work.

"Sure, but where?" asked Dazai opening his eyes just for few seconds to look at Chuuya and then closing them again, gently rubbing his left cheek on Chuuya's left hand which was resting on the top of the back rest right next to Dazai's head.

Chuuya went around the sofa and set next to Dazai with his head on Dazai's shoulder and both of his arms wrapped around Dazai's left arm, clinging to it.

"Anywhere, like Nakajima Park, or maybe on a long drive. Anywhere, I don't really care where, I just want to spend some time with you. We haven't gone out together for a longtime." Said Chuuya with a pout.

Dazai chuckled a little and said, "yeah true. Fine then we'll be going to the Nakajima Park this sunday.", "promise?", "Yeah! promise", Upon hearing this Chuuya gave a huge bright smile to Dazai and jumped from the sofa, heading towards the kitchen to serve the dinner which was almost ready. 

Any food prepared by Chuuya were Dazai's favourite and Dazai would love watching Chuuya cook dinner for them. Sometimes, while Chuuya cooked dinner for them Dazai had the habbit of giving him jump scares by grabbing him from behind and tickle him. When Chuuya used to make painting on the walls, Dazai would just sit down watching him for hours without getting bored of the sight in front of him, as to him, that view was the most beautiful. The beautiful blue eyes shinning bright like the ocean in the sunlight, fiery locks of the same colour as the autumn leaf falling on his pale toned face and the smile as bright as the sun, a view which according to Dazai looked more beautiful in the falls, a view Dazai could watch forever and still couldn't get enough of it.