3. Old friend pt2

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Dazai sat down and leaned against the tombstone. The air was filled with the sent of the wild flowers, birds were singing, the slight wind caressed his face.

"It's been a while, right? Odasaku..." The man closed his eyes. "Guess what, yesterday I met with Chuuya again. Heh, it was definitely... special. I don't know what to feel about it. He really hates me, I can see the burning anger in his eyes. Maybe I deserve it, I left him without saying anything to him. At least you left me some words, you were better..." He let out a bittersweet laugh. "Odasaku... what should I do?"

Of course there was no answer, only silence. Even the birds stopped singing, the slight wind also stopped.
"I still care about him. I still... love him like I used to. I want to forget everything that happened between us, but I can't." He sighed. "Hey, Odasaku. What would you think if I would visit you, hm? And never leave..."

Visiting Oda would be a dream come true for him. He would see his friend again, and he doesn't have to leave anymore. He slightly shook his head as he stood up. He made a few steps but then stopped.

"You can come out, Ango, I take my leave. But don't you dare to do anything that makes me want to end your pathetic life." Without turning around to see the other he left and Ango stepped out from behind the trees.

"Dazai, you're the only one who can surprise me." He said to the fading siluette of the brunette male.

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Author's note: Sorry, this part is short, but the next will be much longer.

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