Generations of Rain || Dazai Osamu/Reader

It's been 2 years since your husband, Odasaku, passed. And ever since his death you've had this odd sense of being turned into negative space, a blank in the visual field, a sort of anti-matter-both there and not there. Maybe that's what it's all about: in your grief, and the generations of rain that have witnessed it, you exist in a world where he's still alive. Such a space has a power of a sort, a power that Dazai carefully holds in his hands.