[Oda's talked about being common - the merits of an ordinary life. His day-to-day became rather boring, at a point, and he liked it that way. His life wasn't spectacular. It was rotten, then quiet, then rotten again - rotten the whole time, maybe...
[He thinks he knows what Dazai means though. Because he's come to realize what he means to Dazai. He recalls his dying moments often. He recalls that last piece of advice.
[Dazai looks up to him. He's his truest friend. They're here together, despite all impossibility. Odasaku's dream could barely take root before he tossed it away, right along with his life - no story left to write.
[He's here now, with his best friend beside him. There is a "one day" to look ahead to. He may not be the most deserving, but it's been given to him, and so have these empty books. What an insult it would be not to fill them...
[He raps his knuckles a couple of times on the cover of the notebook in his hand, mouth jerking to the side in some facsimile of a smile as he chokes back some emotion. He nods.]
I made a wish...
To write in a room with a view of the sea.
[One can, indeed, sea the ocean from his window. Even now, one can hear waves crashing in the distance.
[He looks at his friend. He thinks to himself that there's no one he cherishes more. It's overwhelming. He was such a lonely person once.
[He holds up the book. Starts to talk - clears his throat.]
[ 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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[He thinks he knows what Dazai means though. Because he's come to realize what he means to Dazai. He recalls his dying moments often. He recalls that last piece of advice.
[Dazai looks up to him. He's his truest friend. They're here together, despite all impossibility. Odasaku's dream could barely take root before he tossed it away, right along with his life - no story left to write.
[He's here now, with his best friend beside him. There is a "one day" to look ahead to. He may not be the most deserving, but it's been given to him, and so have these empty books. What an insult it would be not to fill them...
[He raps his knuckles a couple of times on the cover of the notebook in his hand, mouth jerking to the side in some facsimile of a smile as he chokes back some emotion. He nods.]
I made a wish...
To write in a room with a view of the sea.
[One can, indeed, sea the ocean from his window. Even now, one can hear waves crashing in the distance.
[He looks at his friend. He thinks to himself that there's no one he cherishes more. It's overwhelming. He was such a lonely person once.
[He holds up the book. Starts to talk - clears his throat.]
I will. So you can read it one day.
I'll start right away. Dazai.
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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.