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It was a cold saturday night, the air was stiff, the silence heavy. Dazai wished to be anywhere but in his dorm.
Everything was too calm, too perfect.
He was in a place he had grown used to calling home and that was the first red flag.
The demon prodigy didn’t have a home, didn’t have friends nor emotions. He only knew death and emptiness.
He wasn’t supposed to feel human.
So why was he lying in his futon, in a place he called home, not planning anything? Why wasn’t there any enemy to outsmart or any ally to defend? Why was everything so calm?
Dazai was confused. He was sure something was going to happen very soon to turn his world upside down.
So he got up and started walking for the streets until he ended up on a bridge. He felt peaceful, calm, but also empty.
He might as well end it all now. Now that he wouldn’t cause any damage. Now that there was nothing stopping him but also nothing bringing him to do it.
He jumped.
It was exciting and he felt free. For the first time in forever Dazai didn’t think of death as a way to end all, cutting the story in half; but as a way to conclude a story that had already seen everything.