Osamu Dazai

Grief.

That’s all you felt when Osamu had died.

He had been your crush, the light in your life, your everything. When he had ended things, you felt fucking horrible. It was like a stab in your god forsaken heart. But, you learned how to let go, slowly traveling away from it. But in all true honesty, you were still obsessed. Not in love, just obsessive.

You thought, ‘hey, what the fuck am I doing? Why don’t I just kill the bitch so I’m over him?’ And so that’s what you did. (This is not accurate to the MV or meaning erm whateves)

Today was his funeral. His silly fucking portrait on a little table, surrounded by flowers and notes. You sob, your tears running down your face. But .. Why? You really did this to yourself.

You saw everyone paying their respects, like they knew him like you knew him. No way anyone else loved him like how you loved him. I mean— Would they kill for him? No. God, no.

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What the fuck?

You were currently sitting at your desk, working on something as you reminisce. You hear something shift behind you, slowly lurking behind. You look around, and … Holy shit.

Osamu is right fucking there, watching you with a soft smile, his hands by his side. Your face is shocked, your eyes dilating as you sit there, utterly afraid. You shudder, holding on your chair armrests.

His clothes were the same, just a bit dirty. His hair was disheveled, messy as always.

(Okay I’m getting lazy that’s all)