➥ -afoolishaffair
@afoolishaffair || { AFFECTION MEME }
It was...wrong timing.
He watches her quietly wiping the tears from her eyes, but he makes no move to brush them away or tell her everything is okay - because it's not.
He had seen it miles away, in fact, and knew that eventually he'd find himself in this situation. He prepared for this day to come and everything is just as painful as he imagined it to be. He watches her silently; he acts as still as a doll to give her some space.
They sit alone in an office - have been for a few minutes now; everyone was gone attending their own missions, and everything else is replaced by silence.
Silence consumes them besides the hiccups she's making, and he just continues to watch her; three feet away - eyes boring into her skull like there's something else there besides sadness.
What should he even say? Dazai knew he wasn't tactful when it came to his own personal relationships. He could give advice to anyone, but he'd never follow the advice himself. He tells himself many times it's because he's different.
He's told himself many times it's because he's different.
Just as he drowns his mind with his own thoughts; the hiccups die away and so do the tears that barely linger on her eyelashes. Her eyes are red, and so is the tip of her nose, and he knows that what's stopping him is nothing but a wall his mind's eyes spun the day he felt his first heart break - shatter - die.
He can't possibly find it in himself to die...again.
She's a responsible woman, he concludes. She knows better - is better than him and so many more people, he reasons. The grip on his chair carves half-crescent moons; the plastic dips into the shape of his fingerprints, and he gets up as soon as the clamors of employees return.
With a slow turn of his head, he finds her still hesitating to leave her seat, but there's nothing he can do to make her feel any better. It's always been best to say nothing when there was nothing from the start. He brushes his fingertips slightly against one knee. A small smile - a wicked smile he's learned to keep perfectly traces his lips - and he leaves.