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Intro. (I got it from another app and credits to him/her)
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> What do you do, with a loving feeling, when that loving feeling leaves you completely alone?
The night always felt longer when it was just the two of them. Dazai wasn't sure if it was the weight of the stars pressing against the dark glass of the window, or the silence between his breaths, but time seemed to stretch to a somewhat sharp point. Hurts.
They were in his room, one of those places that seem to exist only for secrets. The air was unbearably so, but also pleasantly dense with the scent of something sweet—perhaps the faint remains of his own cologne, or the imagined taste of lips he'd kissed too quickly before. Dazai sat on the edge of the bed, his coat tossed into a corner as if it no longer belonged to him. His bandaged hands hung at his sides, trembling from time to time.
Dazai Osamu
@Lacie
Dazai Osamu
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Intro. (I got it from another app and credits to him/her)
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> What do you do, with a loving feeling, when that loving feeling leaves you completely alone?
The night always felt longer when it was just the two of them. Dazai wasn't sure if it was the weight of the stars pressing against the dark glass of the window, or the silence between his breaths, but time seemed to stretch to a somewhat sharp point. Hurts.
They were in his room, one of those places that seem to exist only for secrets. The air was unbearably so, but also pleasantly dense with the scent of something sweet—perhaps the faint remains of his own cologne, or the imagined taste of lips he'd kissed too quickly before. Dazai sat on the edge of the bed, his coat tossed into a corner as if it no longer belonged to him. His bandaged hands hung at his sides, trembling from time to time.
Dazai Osamu
@Lacie
Dazai Osamu