out of all the ways to kill himself, dazai osamu preferred to drown.
he imagined it, sometimes. how fast he'd fall into the sea, the cold tendrils of water seeping into his clothes, his lungs, his bones, the waves that crash against the cliffs crashing him against the cliffs, how far away the light would be, how there wouldn't be any light left.
he imagined it. he wanted it.
when he stood at the very edge of the cliff, his shoes peeking over it, his eyes closed and body already slightly tipping over, he didn't expect anyone to interrupt him.
well. expectations never live up to the reality, do they?
so when he's sure he can taste the salt, feel the seafoam splashing all around him, the water embracing him like a loving mother her child- what did that even feel like-, his eyes snapped open at the voice behind him.
a voice like... something undefineable.
"hey, don't do it, please."
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eyes blue like the atlantic.|dazai osamu
Fanfictionthe one where dazai meets a girl and drowns in her ocean feelings. |dazai osamu x fem!reader| cover made by my wonderful friend ji: @nyumpanman
