It had been two weeks since Chuuya and Dazai had argued and broken up.
There had been no word from Dazai during that time.
It had all started over something trivial, so trivial that even Chuuya had forgotten what it was about.
“Chuuya, listen to me calmly.”
From the atmosphere, Chuuya could tell that what came next wasn’t going to be ordinary.
“I heard that Dazai… failed to kill himself.”
Hearing this, Chuuya’s tense heart gradually eased.
“Chuuya, it sounds like this time was different. Dazai jumped off a bridge into the river and suffered a severe blow to the head. Apparently, he hasn’t regained consciousness in three days…”
Chuuya rushed to the hospital without looking back. It might have been the fastest he had ever run in his life.
But when he pushed open the hospital room door, he heard…
“Ah, excuse me. This is Mr. Chuuya Nakahara.”
“…They say he’s lost his memory. Apparently, he’s lost all his memories since birth. He can’t even understand speech now.”
Chuuya closed his eyes.
Everything… Then…
Did he forget about us, too…?
Chuuya wrapped both arms tightly around Dazai and rested his head on his shoulder, breathing in his familiar scent. It felt like it had been so long.
Ah, it’s Dazai…
This warmth… hasn’t changed at all…
“Dazai… I love you. If you can’t understand me, I can tell you over and over until you do. Dazai… I love you. I love you… So…”
“…Ch…uuya…”
“Ch…uuya… I… love…”
Dazai struggled to say something. He kept going until he ran out of strength and began to gasp, but he never managed to finish.
“Mr. Nakahara!”
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