I’m scared that if I speak, what we have now will be shattered. I’m afraid you’ll face the same torment I have. And if from your lips… there came words saying that you’d only accompanied me out of pity… I would die of grief.
When someone’s gone and you’re the primary keeper of his memory— letting go would be a kind of murder, wouldn’t it? I had so much love for him, even if it was a complicated love, and where is all that love supposed to go?
I’d stopped myself from blurting the thing on the edge of my tongue, the thing I’d never said, even though it was something we both knew well enough without me saying out loud to him in the street — which was, of course, I love you.
How can I not be in love with you? You’re everything I can see. I look up at you from my place on your ceramic bowl and know I can never curse you for the tragedy of tunnel vision.
I know you, he thinks, I know you. And he wishes she could read his mind because he’s about to give, to burst at the seams. It’s years later that he realises she’s the only person that can.
One day, I’ll come back to a home that is empty of your brightness. At noon, I will walk into the kitchen and flip on the light switch. I hope whatever is waiting for you on the other side has all the lighting you need to see how much we love you.
There was only truth… in your eyes and in the warmth of your embrace, leaving me to dread… how I’d ever live with myself if you were to leave me. Because you’re the only one who makes me desire something beyond what I deserve.
people always think we look for love at our lowest to distract us. i am convinced we do it because we want someone to look us in the eye, to look our ugly in the eye and still choose us. i didn’t want a distraction, i wanted you to see a mess and still find me worthy of love.
Lady Medea, do you remember what you said to me four years ago? “Come back alive. I’ll decide where you die.” That was what you said. Is this my grave? Did you decide on here… as the place where I will die?
How can I not be in love with you? You are everything I can see. I look up at you from my place on your ceramic bowl and know I can never curse you for the tragedy of tunnel vision.
Dazai walked over to the edge of the roof. There was no fence or wall to prevent him from falling. All that was before him was the sky. “Dazai,” pleaded Atsushi, his voice trembling. “That’s dangerous. Please come back.”
Erez Roselle. He pushed me to the brink of death in my past life. But in this one, he’s the boy who risked everything to save me. Your radiant smile… It’s unbearable. It reminds me that all I have left is vengeance and hatred.