" 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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it's 1:33 in the evening and your thumbs were tapping crazy fast on the device you were holding at the moment.
the dark circles below your eyes indicated that you haven't been sleeping well for days, as something you didn't know was bothering you every minute.
you released your other hand from your gadget and threw your hand towards your head, eventually combing your hair roughly with your fingers, then pulling it.
ah, why can't i sleep?
you couldn't bring yourself to sleep, no matter what you do. unfortunately, the same goes to osamu dazai.
two weary insomniacs on a normal and lonely evening, spiritlessly communicating with each other through social media with the lights off in their room was the way to put it.
you weren't energetic, but you weren't drowsy either. you were simply having difficulties in sleeping every time.
you rubbed your eyes with your knuckles as you yawned for the fifth time, as you were waiting for dazai's message.
— PHONE
osamu dazai: it's getting late, have any plans to sleep? answer asap:((
me: none. im wide awake
osamu dazai: well uh if you don't mind, wanna go stargazing? are your parents home..? this might be a bad idea-
me: let's go then! i can pass through the window, they're asleep.
osamu dazai: ok. let's meet at 2 am at the playground nearby your house. see u.
me: see u.
ranpo: please refrain from arranging your own plans in the agency group chat! stay safe and good night!
—
you chuckled softly from ranpo's message, you and dazai were fully aware of chatting in the group chat.
as soon as you got off from your mattress, you stretched a bit before getting your tattered jacket inside your wardrobe, then heading out from your window with your phone in your pocket, and your backpack on your back.
you quietly tip toed as you finally reached the ground without any of your family members knowing anything.
it's been a while since you've went to that playground that he was referring to, you weren't sure if you were supposed to go left or right, or was it behind you?
