Nikolai had always been captivated by birds. Their elegant wings, the way they soared effortlessly through the sky-it was a kind of beauty that never ceased to amaze him.
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He often watched them from his window, imagining what i...
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CHAPTER TEN
(dazai's pov)
I was sprawled out on the agency's worn-out sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling as I groaned in boredom. My arms hung lazily behind my head, my legs draped over the armrest. Everything felt slow today, like the world had been stuck in a loop of dull monotony. Maybe I should find something to do.
Could I go bother Chuuya again? Nah, I've already done that a million times. I wanted something new, something that would actually bring a spark of excitement back to this dull day. And then it hit me.
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A grin formed on my lips as I sat up with a jolt of excitement. She was always a fun target. Always with her reactions, her sharp retorts, her... ah. My eyes drifted over to her desk, the smile fading almost instantly as I was reminded of the reality I had been trying to avoid. Her desk was empty. Cold. Abandoned. I sighed, sinking back into the sofa with a deeper heaviness than before.
Right. She wasn't here anymore. She chose the Decay of Angels.
I sighed again, this time with a hint of frustration. It wasn't like I was surprised or anything. She had always been different, always had that streak of unpredictability about her. But still, seeing her desk, empty like that—it did something to me. My eyes wandered over to where she used to sit, the memories of her working, laughing, or even scolding me flickering in my mind like an old film reel.
Nobody else here knew the truth. To them, she was just... gone. Maybe they thought she was sick, or on some kind of leave. I could almost hear Kunikida muttering about how irresponsible she was for not giving notice, or Atsushi worrying about her well-being. But I knew better. I always knew better.
Well, almost nobody else. Ranpo. I could never hide anything from him. He probably figured it out before I did. The great detective had a way of knowing everything before it happened, which was both impressive and extremely annoying.
But the others? They were blissfully unaware. Maybe it was better that way. Less drama, less questions. If they knew she had joined the Decay of Angels, things would get complicated real fast. And I wasn't in the mood for complications. Not yet, anyway.
I closed my eyes, letting out another long sigh. Why did she go? I mean, I knew the reasons. Power, opportunity, freedom—maybe even something darker. The Decay of Angels had a way of pulling in people like her, people who were always on the edge, who craved something more. But it didn't make it any less frustrating. We had worked together. I had taught her things, shown her how to navigate this world. And yet, she left.
I shifted on the sofa, folding my arms behind my head again. The office was too quiet. Too empty. Usually, her presence was enough to stir things up, keep me from completely falling into this pit of boredom. Now, I just felt... restless.
