❝  WHAT UNEASINESS LIES IN BEING LOVED. ❞

There was not a single sentient being in this world who completely understood Dazai Osamu, with all his facettes, his twists and turns and dead ends.

And all the people who tried lost themselves to the maze of his mind, consisting of thorned roses dipped in carmine, cracked walls and a raging, wailing storm that swept you up, allowing adrenaline and the ecstasy of seemingly deciphering him to flood your veins, allowing you to scream in victory -

- only to let you crash into a sea of glass flowers.

But, there was one young woman whose fate played her into his delicate, bloodied hands like a bright blue songbird, and her tune laid him, cracked him open layer by layer, and she was so close to finding the real him.

She never made it.

Because he died. He died and let her fall, just like everyone else, and oh, she was so foolish, so naïve, naïve enough to be convinced she was different.

Yet, in spite of that, she wouldn't give up. She would find out who he was, who he had been, who he could have been.

For her name, Kana Bougainvillea, was powerful, and she'd live up to its' legacy.

❝THIS I WANT TO BELIEVE IMPLICITLY : MAN WAS BORN FOR LOVE AND REVOLUTION. ❞

here i am again, with another story about my dearest ambivalent suicidal maniac (of course) that will also have tons of character introspection and angst in it (of course) .

this story will have mature themes, such as depictions of violence, suicidal ideations, self-harm and unhealthy coping mechanisms. if anyone is uncomfortable with such topics, i advise them to not read this. for the others who stay, you're in for a ride!

i'm actually really proud of writing this one, and i hope i'm able to picture dazai well!

- leah.