[ Dazai places a hand on Odasaku's arm and allows it to rest there.
It's too much. He's drowning. There's nothing painful about his answer, but it feels like sinking, like he can see bubbles floating up, popping long before they can escape the sea.
It's too much. It's like trying to pour an ocean of water into a coffee cup. His heart is too small and too fragile to withstand this much.
Living is, he thinks once more, an inherently painful thing.
Even so, pain can be something dear as much as anything else.
Dazai closes his eyes and smiles. He squeezes Odasaku's arm lightly and nods. ]
Good. It will be worth the wait... It's fine for your wishes to be granted every once in awhile.
[ A room with a view of the sea to write in, a place where the past can't touch him, where there are people who care, where he can have all those things that a person should... Yes, it's fine for a world like that to exist.
A gentle chuckle. The ebbing, flowing, foaming rolling waves in his heart gradually settle and still. When he opens his eyes once more, there's an unfamiliar sentiment in them. His smile is soft, satisfied, and contented in an equally unfamiliar manner.
When's the last time that he had something to look forward to...? ]
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It's too much. He's drowning. There's nothing painful about his answer, but it feels like sinking, like he can see bubbles floating up, popping long before they can escape the sea.
It's too much. It's like trying to pour an ocean of water into a coffee cup. His heart is too small and too fragile to withstand this much.
Living is, he thinks once more, an inherently painful thing.
Even so, pain can be something dear as much as anything else.
Dazai closes his eyes and smiles. He squeezes Odasaku's arm lightly and nods. ]
Good. It will be worth the wait... It's fine for your wishes to be granted every once in awhile.
[ A room with a view of the sea to write in, a place where the past can't touch him, where there are people who care, where he can have all those things that a person should... Yes, it's fine for a world like that to exist.
A gentle chuckle. The ebbing, flowing, foaming rolling waves in his heart gradually settle and still. When he opens his eyes once more, there's an unfamiliar sentiment in them. His smile is soft, satisfied, and contented in an equally unfamiliar manner.
When's the last time that he had something to look forward to...? ]
Happy Birthday, Odasaku.