Chuuya.
It's been two long years since we've talked.
I remember it like it was yesterday.
You were knocking so loud and fiercely.
You were practically breaking down my door.
You screamed at me
To open the damn door.
You said some ridiculous things.
That I belong in the mafia.
That I can't just leave like this.
That you'll kill me if I leave.
Then you said to scratch that last one off,
since I'll enjoy it anyway.
I sat on the floor with my back behind the door.
Only able to let out the words
"I'm sorry Chuuya."
...
I still think about you.
I even wonder about how you are doing.
But I know it's no use wondering about it.
Although it would be nice to talk to you again.
But I guess that's my fault.
I did change my phone number
So that you wouldn't be able to call me.
At the time,
I didn't think I would be able to stand
To see your call and not answer it.
...
I hear you don't give a damn about me.
But We both know that's not true.
Don't you know Chuuya?
We know each other better than anyone else.
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The goodbyes We wish We said before|Soukoku
FanfictionThis Short-short story is told in letter-like poems Feelings and emotions after Dazai left the Port Mafia. Chuuya&Dazai perspectives Pictures from Pinterest +additional chapter