A oneshot to celebrate the one and only Dazai Osamu, I did try my best but I hope it's good. Enjoy.
He looked at the bandages on his arms and hands, they look like a set second skin on his body. He looked at the direction of the hall and walk to the bathroom.
He look at mirror, he could feel nothing as he looked at him. It's so strange to him, to look at a reflection that is mocking him of how he looked.
Pitiful, is what he describes when he see a person dying slowly.
Betrayal, is when he stabs someone in the back.
Red, is what blood looks like when it covers his whole body.
Greed, is what he feels when he wants to have something that was never there.
Lust, is an experience he had with nameless no bodies.
Pain, is a pleasure had when he tried to die countless times.
Death, is a wish that he wanted to end it all.
But he couldn't, because he kept a promise. Even when he want to die more than anything, those last words were stuck in his mind forever.
I know, but... it felt so cold. No warmth.
And all alone.
No one but a reflection.