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I liked your post about things that remind the reader of the bsd characters after they die! Would it be possible for you to write about the things that remind the bsd characters of the reader after the reader dies? I would love to see this with Kunikida, Dazai, and Chuuya, but you can do whatever character(s) you like :)
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''Oh, how the ghost of you clings...These foolish things remind me of you'' part 2, inverted
Summary: You died a year ago, but still little things that remind You Characters: Chuuya, Kunikida, Dazai
For Chuuya mornings became meaningless again; the same routine, washing his tired face and facing himself in the mirror in front of him was just another reminder of the price he had to pay. Seeing that reflection of his own face reminded him of all your jokes, the questions and especially the compliments that made him forget that there was a breach of insecurity inside those water-colored eyes; Seeing those light scars on his face reminded of your touch; And feel those same tears falling from his harsh look, that you once kissed. It was anything but a love curse.
It was a rainy day in Yokohama, unusually calm and peaceful, but there was something inside Kunikida that made him uneasy because the whole atmosphere triggered the memory he wanted to forget: You; The sound of the rain that fell heavily on the roof, the drops that ran on the windows, the thunder that screamed in the heavens, and the lightning that illuminated the black clouds was as if they whispered: ''Whenever it rains you will think of them''*
as Dazai made his way to Odasaku's grave, passing through the cemetery, there were always butterflies flying around looking for the small flowers that grew in the badly cut grass. Usually, he didn't notice them, but after his death the number of visits to that same cemetery increased. He finally began to observe these beautiful little insects that you loved so much for no reason, upon reflection he got an answer to the question that tormented him: ''Why did you love him?''
Because in his eyes he was not an insignificant caterpillar, but a caterpillar that was still in its cocoon ready to become a beautiful butterfly.
*Neil Gaiman