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The graveyard held its breath beneath a shroud of midnight cold, silent snow beginning its slow descent. On a slab of bench among the frozen blossoms, Dazai and you were a tangle of limbs and shared warmth. The sterile chill was a distant memory, burned away by the ragged pull of their breathing, the fevered press of skin. Eyes locked, the frozen world fell away, leaving only the desperate, rhythmic heat of their mouths in the dark.