"In this city…"
I should have stopped you… Stretch my hand a little more... Only, a little more…
Today, the light in this alone city is no longer the same, because who made shine for me is no longer here...
There is nothing I can do, just follow the path that you told me at your last breath, as the reason of life that I pursued so much.
The world doesn´t remember your name, but I will never forget you, and that afternoon of summery colors where I lost you.
You know? I can´t forgive myself for not stopping you... Sometimes I wonder, how much more would we have been alive if that day had prevented you from go away? Or, what would have changed? What would I have told you? What would we have lived?
Today, it´s late, in this city where the wind blows taking away the dreams and not returning the hope, your name is all that I have of you...
Your smile, your words, your determination; your everything, that died in me.
Between nights of insomnia where I remember your smile and I think of you, and all those "don´t"
Don´ t let you go... Don´t being able to protect you... Don´t tell you what I wanted...
In a city without a name, where no one cares about the past, only, continue; not like me…
The dream of writing with your pen a life, fade away, and with it, my dream of being part of it.
It seems like yesterday when I could still hear your voice, strong but soft, tell me things that are meaningless to others, but have a great sense to me.
Belonging to something that made us only belong to our bond, without direction, although in the end, only ended up taking us to the darkness and this painful destiny.
In this city, where time pass away and nobody is the same; where with memories of you leave me and not, live.
In the wind that doesn´t allow me hug you, and doesn´t let me die too, I still await your return.
You were more than I could aspire, and despite it, you never apart from me, and gave me reasons to live, even though I tell the opposite to the rest.
The reason for believing that between some words I can hear your voice again, like if you read it to me, in a life that is said that we only look a way for survive.
Inside a city where nobody remembers what happened, or your voice...
Your words, your touch, the promise to be fulfilled; the important things that really exist.
In life that refused to give me a chance with you, where I will not be able to atone for the sin of that day, "where"
Where I let you go... Where I didn´t catch you... Where I didn´t see you smile again...
In this city where I found and lost you…
Where I was the looser…
Where not was a "us"…
I couldn´t tell you that I loved you...
Or that you were my most important person...
You, Oda Sakunosuke...
You…
In this city where the wind blows... without you...
Oda X Dazai
Bungou Stray Dogs
Thanks for reading…
By: Konohana Uzumaki