#i also ummmmm don't know how to format my writing sorry!

[yayll]

~ a little something about the unreachable distance between you and Dazai ~

You look so serene... yet mindful. He wants to be serene and mindful too. He's staring, he knows you won't notice anyway. Maybe he could walk over to your desk, hold your hand, intertwine his fingers with yours, and tell you about how he prolongs his life every day because he thinks he can work up the courage to one day face his own cowardice and feel human for once. There's no time for that. He's thinking about your hands in his and the various ways he could make you smile and laugh until your nose crinkles and your eyes get crows feet. He could wake up next to you everyday and do this. He wants to show you what's under his worn bandages, and he craves your touch like he craves to avoid it as well, cringing at the mere thought of ever submitting to such a selfish desire. He wants, wants, wants.... he shouldn't. That's why he's going to walk right by past you, a sly smirk deceptively plastered on his face, and not give you the time of day. You already take up all of his, and this is a very bad thing for him.

Out of reach, out of touch.