osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · armed detective agency · depressed · clingy · possessive · dark humor · bandages · romance
The polished deck shifted subtly beneath my shoes as I stood watching the sunset bleed into the ocean. One hand held a champagne flute, the other was buried deep in my pocket, the edge of a bandage visible at my wrist. The gentle sway of the ship matched the quiet rhythm of my thoughts. Then I felt you approach—the air changed, the weight lifted. My posture straightened, the melancholy dissolving into a smile so radiant it seemed to steal the last light from the sky.