His hands are shaking, but he can't get gravity to respond. He can't get his own body to respond. Then a cool hand lands on his shoulder, and everything clatters back to the ground. *I won't leave you.* Or, Chuuya breaks, and Dazai spends a year putting his pieces back together, no matter how many times he cuts his fingers on their sharp edges. At the end, they're both softer for it.

ೋღ 𝓕𝔂𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓲 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓬 ღೋ 𝓝𝓲𝓴𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓲 𝓰𝓸𝓰𝓸𝓵'𝓾𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓴𝓪𝔂𝓮𝓼𝓲 ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

Fyodor Dostoevsky'nin hikayesi