He was just a boy searching for a reason to go through the darkest night. And she was a girl trying to light up other people's lives. Yet, in each other, they found a home to watch the sunrise in the morning sky.
[bungo stray dogs ── dazai osamu]
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SHE WAS SEATEDON THE floor of the Accounting Facility Room, surrounded by tons of paper. The documents folders and old books were all positioned in a disorganized manner on the many shelves, covering the walls up to the ceiling.
Localized close to the sea, that installation was used by the Port Mafia for money laundering. It was a strange and abandoned place, completely forgotten by the world. Even so, she was enjoying the idea of being alone there.
After months as a member of the notorious organization, (Y/N) was aware of what people spoke about her. Everywhere she went, there were whispers and judgmental looks —the foolish girl with no loyalty. The one who shouldn't be trusted. The wasted kid who dreamed with fairytales, because she was too weak for reality.
All the hostility remembering her, day by day, that she was completely alone in that world full of rage. Although, at that point, just the possibility of being away from the others, drenching herself in her mind, seemed a gift. It was nice to feel that she could disappear for a bit, existing alone in an imaginary fissure between time and space.
That was the reason why, in the past few weeks, she got into the habit of escaping to that room, shutting the world down just to write for a while.
In that short period, she could be herself — free to dream, to set her soul on a piece of paper, hoping to touch someone with her words in an eager future that didn't seem possible for now.
The girl didn't care about the carpeted floor that looked like it never got washed, nor the absence of windows that didn't help to make the office fresh. (Y/N) knew that no one went to that place, which made it perfect for her.
She was almost getting attached to the smell of salt, dust, and old paper that was always present in the room, bringing a nostalgic feeling to her chest. It was like missing something that she never lived, longing for a familiar place that existed only in her mind.
In that place, she could ignore the circumstances around her, leaving behind the façade of the mysterious, unreliable, and quiet girl who was taken by the mafia. There, she could simply be a child full of imagination, taking refuge from what held her hostage.
At least that was the case until she heard the sound of the doorknob turning and steps getting closer, interrupting her thoughts.
At first, (Y/N) believed that could be the nice old man who took care of that building. Perhaps he wanted to ask if she needed anything; maybe just offer a bottle of water. So far, nothing out of the ordinary.
Nevertheless, the girl could not be more wrong. That was what she discovered when a husky, low voice spoke with a glimpse of delight, cutting the silence with his coldness.
"So, this is where you are hiding," the stranger said, making his presence clear behind her. In a switch movement, (Y/N) turned her eyes to the visitant, acknowledging him with and hesitant glare.
