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How many years has it been ?
He forgot how Japan looks, how everything is .
His once short hair was now elbow length,tied back to a low pony tail .
He walked carefully amongst the new streets, his eyes attempting to recognise anything, yet to no avail ..
Only, a dingling bell .
The entrance to a café made him come to a halt, Lupin .. or was Lupin .
Walking in, he kept a low profile, silently going up the stairs, his eyes widened briefly , the light was on .
a hand pressing to the door, he watched it as it creaked open.
How is it good:') \
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@jiigai ⋆｡˚ ༊*·˚ They said hair holds memories .. His indeed did, his once tidy and hardly worked for curls were now more natural leaning making it rather messy and tangled, now highlighted with something other than the blonde streak; white hair. It has increased, much more than before, with the stress of life and the fact that he was continuously looking for his missing half, one could easily succumb to the reality of how difficult it is, especially with no traces left behind . His once sparkling eyes that spoke just from their shift in shape, became bland, duller than ever, as if they hadn't been over the sights of cruelty they had seen for years on end. And just there and then, the sound of the clinking echoed. His eyes glanced, widening, it had been years since he last saw it .. The sun to his moon . Picking the ring from between his feet, he traced it slowly, as if he was memorising it all over again . His head slowly turned, eyes wide, with a stare of death that almost immediately changed when he saw him . He felt his soul reconnecting itself with the piece it's been missing forever, as if he was begging for him to move to get to it before it goes away; and he did. His steps were slow, calculated, his eyes fixated, if they were checking to see if his memory recalled everything that was there, the other hadn't changed at all in his eyes, or his heart, for it was beating like there was no tomorrow, from fear, and longing . It was as if one day had passed and this was the next, not three years. ❛❛ .. Dazai ..? ❜❜
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@-L0st_M1nd- # - ✎. . . his eyes lifted almost against his will, and there he was. framed by the doorway, the light behind him catching in haruo's hair just enough to make the moment feel unreal. like one of those half-formed dreams you wake from too soon. his hair had gotten so much longer. dazai's body locked up before his mind could catch up. his hands tightened around his pen, the plastic of it pressing down into his his skin. three years. three years of silence. of trying to pretend. of telling himself that if he kept moving, the ache would dull. and yet here it was again, sharp and familiar. he couldn’t read his expression from here, but he didn’t need to. every detail; from the way he scanned the room, the slight shift of weight in his stance, was etched into him. he couldn't help but silently follow him as he started to explore. his fingers fidgeted under him, the metal band on his hand began to slide loosely along his skin. it had always been that way — never quite fitting right. and then it slipped. fuck. he didn't know what to do. he was frozen in place, unable to hide, or find an escape route. as he watched his engagement ring tumble down the stairs, he felt his heart sink even further as it stopped right underneath haruo. this wasn't happening. or maybe it was a good thing? he didn't know anymore.
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@jiigai ⋆｡˚ ༊*·˚ Thank you !~ \\ He took a step forward and froze, his eyes exploring everything around him like it was the first time he had seen it all, nothing had changed .. well aside from a bit of dust . The memories of each location sparked a smile to his pale lips, his tired eyes closing as if he was imagining each one occurring the moment he walked in just like how it did in the past . He can vividly remember the attack, the thing that proved to him how cursed he was, returning from it injured only to wake up with nothing and no one but his butler at home . He recalled how the warm touch he always had became so cold it numbed his fingers and body . How the sight of the ring he now wore on his middle finger always brought him a sensation of dread and despair, a constant reminder of him failing. But looking at it now, it was a memory, one he swore to never get rid of . His eyes stared at the desks, as he recalled where sat who, approached the one he always had to go to, the one where his beloved sat down, being a fool or concentrating depending on how serious the case was . The simple memory of it all brought a clench to his throat, making him turn and head down the stairs, his steps were as if he was bolting away, away from a reality he desperately hated. Yet once he got down, he stopped, eyes gazing up for a brief moment as if to check if he hadn't drawn attention.. he didn't, or so he believed. he would slowly take a seat, his gaze narrowed down as if it was to keep himself on the low, or more so block out the sounds of other beings living their lives. That attack, he hated recalling it. If only he could've just taken him away before it all happened, maybe he could've ..
