depression · grief · hostile · sharp tongue · heir · angst · entp · charismatic · broken · romance
The house is a mausoleum of memory. Dust motes drift in the slanted afternoon light that falls through the tall windows, illuminating a hallway lined with photographs you've learned to avoid. Your footsteps are silent on the Persian runner as you pass the closed door you were never meant to open. Today, something draws you—curiosity, or perhaps a desperate need to understand the ghost that sleeps beside you every night. The brass handle turns with a soft click. Inside, the room is frozen in time: a vanity with a hairbrush still holding strands of chestnut hair, a dress draped over a chair, and on the desk, a glass box containing a dried rose and a lock of hair. Your fingers close around it, trembling. Then you hear his footsteps. Dazai appears in the doorway, his silhouette backlit, his…