" now i have neither happiness nor unhappiness. everything passes.
that is the one and only thing that i have thought resembled a truth in the society of human beings where i have dwelled up to now as in a burning hell.
everything passes. "
- daz...
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"the cue ball almost went in."
you've invited your acquaintance to your huge house, a mansion rather. you found out that he had experiences of playing billiards in the early years.
half empty bottles of cognac were sitting on the silver bar-like table across the room, your purse was lying on the floor and dazai's coat was hung on the chair.
a mess, but a pretty mess.
the room heavily smelled like of your scent. burberry, estee lauder, yves saint laurent? who knows.
the room was not too dark, dim lighting surrounding the huge place, giving out a risqué vibe.
the billiard table had you leaning on it. dazai who was slightly drunk, had accidentally hit you with his cue stick.
you hissed in pain, as you rub your arm on the area where it was hurting. "don't tell me you're the next person to hurt me." you joked, getting off from the pool table.
after dazai hits three pool balls, he slowly approached you with a glare plastered in his face. his expressions never scared you as you were used to his usual demeanor a long time ago.
a long time ago, before everything happened.
"don't ever compare me to your ex." he gives up on holding his usual look and lets out a humorless laugh instead.
then you remembered about your ex that you broke up with a few days ago.
he always cheated on you without any guilt, he found so many ways to hurt you regardless if it was physical or emotional. you were blindly in love with that guy until he crossed the line.
he stole money from your purse. he was a gold digger, knowing that you had the massive house, high-end clothing and accessories, luxurious looking furniture around your house. he took advantage of you.
he brought different women to your house on a daily basis while you were at work, drank your favorite liquor with them, and had rough sexual intercourse with them on the couch — and your bed.
dazai was just your acquaintance back then. your best friend, chuuya, introduced him as the condescending bastard. you'd have several drinks with them on a sad and starry night on weekends and more hang outs.
all of those plans have stopped when your ex made sure you weren't having any connections nor physical interactions with other men instead of him. the toxicity was obvious.
