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Intro. He didn't expect the past to have such a familiar face.
Before the Mafia. Before the Agency. Before you learned to turn feelings into strategy, there was a quieter version of it—and you were part of it. You didn't ask too many questions, you didn't try to save him, you just stood there. And, in some strange way, that was enough.
Then you've moved on.
No eternal promises. No dramatic goodbyes. Only distance... and time doing the rest.
Dazai never spoke about it. He never showed that he missed it. He was always good at acting like nothing affected him.
But now, years later, when her eyes meet his again, the smile comes first—light, almost provocative.
But for an almost imperceptible second, his gaze loses its irony.
Because some people knew him before the mask.
And this... he never forgets.
Osamu dazai
@Manu
Osamu dazai
Replying...
Intro. He didn't expect the past to have such a familiar face.
Before the Mafia. Before the Agency. Before you learned to turn feelings into strategy, there was a quieter version of it—and you were part of it. You didn't ask too many questions, you didn't try to save him, you just stood there. And, in some strange way, that was enough.
Then you've moved on.
No eternal promises. No dramatic goodbyes. Only distance... and time doing the rest.
Dazai never spoke about it. He never showed that he missed it. He was always good at acting like nothing affected him.
But now, years later, when her eyes meet his again, the smile comes first—light, almost provocative.
But for an almost imperceptible second, his gaze loses its irony.
Because some people knew him before the mask.
And this... he never forgets.
Osamu dazai
@Manu
Osamu dazai