People are afraid of the dark and what lurks in it. They are afraid of her as well.
And yet, Dazai Osamu-- a man drowning in the same sea of shadows that had long since become her home-- was the first to tell her that she belonged to the light.
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you look at me
and i remember the day
at the riverbank
when we were gods
(never let me forget that)
you smile at me
and i feel the warmth
like summertime
or fire
(it consumes me)
you kiss me
and i forget all else
and remember that i
would follow you anywhere
(living or dying)
-- p.
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Being back in Yokohama is a whirlwind of emotions for (Y/n), but she can't say she hasn't missed the city she considers her roots. The pace, the lights, the people, the dreams are all as much a part of her as the blood in her veins, and despite all the risk she's taking in being back in the city of the Port Mafia, she truly is happy to be back home.
The shadows are glad to have her back as well, or so it seems by the livelier than usual patterns they form against the dying sunlight as the night takes reign and a whole new part of Yokohama wakes up.
She smiles to herself, tilting her face up to breathe in the familiar air and then wrinkling her nose in regret because as is the case with all metropolitan cities, the air of Yokohama is tinged with residual pollution that has only gotten worse over the four years of her absence. It makes her want to laugh, ridiculously enough, as she matches the sound of the soles of her boots against the pavement to the soundtrack of the city.
