Sacrifice

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"No.. dazai." fyodor called out in a wary voice, his eyes wide in worry and terror that screamed rage, standing before the brunette whom pointed the gun at the russian. the wind gently swayed the brunette's hair and coat, they stood in the edge of a bridge where everyone from the ground sees them. the thames. "Why..? i thought..—" "you thought." he cuts the russian off. dazai looked the other dead in the eyes, heavy with the emptiness and threat, yet still laced with hesitation. "this is the only way, fyodor. you know it."  "no osamu, we can fix this—" "no we cant! they've seen us. i cant stop this anymore or they'll.." he trailed. "just no.. i cant betray the agency."

his hand trembled as he held the gun up, still pointed at the other, suddenly his vision went dark. his old friend that he never forgot about stood before him, a few distance that kept them apart. "Odasaku.." dazai called out, immediately dropping his gun but before he even thought of running towards the figure, he froze. thats when he realized, he wasn't real. just a mere hallucination that drove him mad. "odasaku.. please.. if i betray the agency, i betray you.. if I betray him, i betray myself.. fyodor is very dear to me—" "dearer than i?" dazai froze, lowering his head "no.. no, not dearer than you.." "then shoot."

. . . SHOOT.

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