❝ light it up! better dodge the cops,
and i'll never get sick
of playing with your locks,
i-i miss you lots, i-i miss you lots !❞
in which : two lovers stick together until the very end.
- ( dazai osamu x fem! anime oc )
𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙨 : FINISHED...
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❝you know dazai...i always wanted to marry you, grow old with you❞
˚ ༘ 第四幕 ┊ 𝘈𝘊𝘛 𝘍𝘖𝘜𝘙...
→˚₊·🎐 ੭*
FUKUZAWA HELD EMI'S FRAGILE hands in his, leading the female down the small aisle, her white dress dragging itself on the floor, her hair was styled in a fancy bun, a butterfly clip holding it together, her pale face was hidden with a thin layer of makeup, the female looked like a ghost.
but to the male stood at the front in a white suit and tears in his brown orbs she looked beautiful, she looks graceful in her white dress and he wished this time came sooner and didn't end so early,
"you look beautiful," he muttered to the blonde haired as the older male holding her hand placed it in his, a soft smile was on the older males lips as he walked to his seat.
dazai held the fragile girl up with his arms, her hands resting on his shoulders as she tried her best to stand "i'm sorry," she chokes out, a small chuckle following her statement as dazai gently held her back straight "it's okay emi" dazai smiles softly at the girl, looking into her ocean orbs, getting lost in their sudden brightness.
"you know dazai...i always wanted to marry you, grow old with you," the female looked youthful in his eyes, she looked alive as she spoke about her future that was so terribly cut short, causing dazai's chest to set on fire.
"will you marry me emi?" dazai asks, a small chuckle leaving his lips as the girl pressed her forehead against his, a soft smile on her lips.
" i will '
the brunette male eyes snap open, his breathing steady as he let tears slip down his cheeks, holding back a sob as he gripped onto the empty pillow besides him, burying his face in it, the slight scent of her shampoo brining him comfort, easing his sobs as he held onto her pillow tightly.
