Breakup Master Practice Manual [Comprehensive]

The setting sun, like being burned by a raging fire, painted the sky with a large area of ​​fiery red, which was as deep and thick as layers of dye splashed, and the continuous sea of ​​clouds was connected with strands of golden orange, spreading all the way to the sky as far as the eye could see.

Obviously, the past few days have been gloomy weather with showers coming at any time, but today, the gray and black clouds were pushed aside and the sunshine that had not been seen for several days was released.

It's a nice day.

After telling the two about the book, Osamu Dazai, who was standing on the edge of the building, calmly opened his arms, closed his eyes, showed an incomparably real nostalgic smile, and then fell back without hesitation.

The sound of the wind whistled past his ears.

The body is pulled by gravity and falls.

The black windbreaker she wore on her body had already been carried away by the air current.

The twilight reflected on the figure that fell from the roof, casting a layer of soft glow, but it couldn't warm him.

How long has it been since I saw the sky like this?

It's so beautiful.

To be able to finally die under such a setting sun that seems to burn everything...

The prismatic crystal held in the hand is cold and beautiful.

The sharp edges were against his palm.

As if reminding something.

This is also his last choice.

He thought of the girl's frightened eyes before being pushed into the space-time vortex by him.

"I won't hate you, no matter which world I am in!"

The hand he was holding couldn't help shrinking slightly, and the soft palm was punctured.

"I hope you can survive, no matter which world you are in!"

Those were tears of despair and hope.

"Please live!"

It was getting late, and the dim setting sun reflected in the house through the glass windows.

The long, neglected hair was slightly disheveled, and the girl in a loose T-shirt struggled to look at the last box of pudding in the refrigerator.

All snacks have been emptied.

If I don't go out to shop again, I'm afraid I will starve to death.

After half an hour of preparation, she dally changed her clothes, combed her hair and walked towards the door.

Then as soon as he opened the door, he saw a strange black-haired young man leaning against the door with his hands in his pockets and looking at the sky.

The other party was wearing a black suit, tall but thin, with white bandages wrapped around his forehead and left eye. His soft and fluffy black hair was gently blown by the wind, reflecting that handsome face became more gentle and harmless.

The eyes of those kite eyes reflected the unburned glow, which was coated with a layer of warm tones.

After noticing that she opened the door, the man blinked, stood up straight as if recovering, turned to look at her, and raised his lips to reveal a faint smile.

"I'm meeting you for the first time. My name is Osamu Dazai. I'm the boyfriend Miss Angel gave you."

After he said this self-introduction, the two looked at each other for three seconds.

'Snapped--'

The door, which was only half opened, was slammed shut.

Osamu Dazai blinked, and said 'uh' to himself, "Could it be that I'm not kind enough to scare her?"

Is this a patient who escaped from some mental hospital! ?

After closing the door with lingering fear, the girl who was about to go out shivered and took out her mobile phone, struggling for two seconds whether to call the police...

Struggling to look at the number keys on the phone, he finally gave up.

That person... looked tired.

Like a lonely traveler lost in a snowy night, seeing the last hope in the dark.

She also remembered how she looked when she just opened the door and saw the other party. She was staring at the sky, but there was nothing in her eyes.

The closed door was quietly opened a crack.

She held her breath and glanced out through the gap.

Then it was discovered that the inexplicable black-haired youth was no longer there.

I was relieved and at the same time inexplicably a little uneasy.

He glanced down inadvertently, then froze.

The other party is still by the door.

Only this time he sat with one leg bent against the wall, his left hand resting on his knee, and his right hanging by his side.

The black-haired young man who called himself Osamu Dazai raised his head slightly, his face lost all expression was extremely thin, his eyes were still looking at the sky, and he seemed to be looking at nothing.

Beneath his indifferent expression was indifference towards the whole world.

The sky is getting darker, and the sunset glow in the thick ink leaves only the winding skirt, the last faint light of the sky.

After noticing that the door was opened again, the black-haired young man seemed to be taken aback for a moment, then turned his head and looked up at her.

But this time he didn't speak, but looked at her silently as if he was watching a small animal in the grass.

Afraid of scaring her back again.

Delusion.

Obviously he is like a small animal that randomly ran to other people's homes to beg for shelter.

She nervously grabbed the door and was ready to close it at any time. She pursed her lips and looked at the other party, then asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

The black-haired young man seemed to think about it for a while, and then his expression changed as soon as he said it, and he suddenly turned into a miserable male supporting role in a third-rate TV series.

"It's like this. I'm actually your future boyfriend. I'm currently homeless and in shelter."

Then there is the silent and melancholy look that seems to have a thousand words to say.

... There are so many dramas.

Facing the other party's intentionally pretending to be pitiful, she was silent for a long time, and the man in front of her also maintained this expression and looked at her.

In the end, she couldn't bear to look away directly.

"Do you think you are a kitten or puppy who can be adopted casually?"

And looking at his black suit, which is obviously a high-end handmade custom, it is hard to believe that he is homeless!

When she is easy to cheat!

The other party didn't speak for a while, her slightly pale face looked fragile and distressing, when she looked over again——

"Meow--"

She was stunned for a moment.

"……What's the meaning?"

"Because I hate dogs."

"???"

So you meow like a cat?

Meaning let me treat you like a kitten?

What logic is this?

"I'm well-behaved and well-fed."

The black-haired young man in front of him showed another cute smile.

The two stood still.

It's a bit bothering though.

But... I feel like I can't leave it alone.

At this time, she noticed the other party's right hand hanging by her side. The blood oozed from the palm, spread to the fingertips, and finally dripped down. She immediately let go of the doorknob and squatted down in a panic.

"Your hands are bleeding!"

"Why don't you go to the hospital to bandage?"

Ahhh what the hell is going on with this guy! ?

Why did she, who has always been squatting at home, suddenly come to the door and pester her! ?

Can she ignore it! ?

The other party sat there motionless and watched him, as if he didn't feel the wound in his hand at all.

It doesn't seem to work, my conscience is aching.

She felt again...

That feeling of not caring about anything.

"Come in, I'll bandage you up."

In the end, he couldn't hold back the sympathy that kept pouring out of his heart.

She obviously didn't know each other at all, but the appearance of the other party made her feel an endless stream of guilt.

There was no way to ignore it.

It's as if she's a heartbreaker who promised something but didn't.

This damn feeling.

After she uttered these words, the black-haired young man, who was almost breathless, trembled his eyelashes, and a emptiness flashed across his face, which was fleeting.

Then he smiled softly and said——

"Riho is easy to be deceived like this, just showing a little pitiful appearance..."

"Are you referring to the crappy expression of the supporting actor just now?"

She stood up expressionlessly, and opened the door with only a gap.

"how is this possible?"

"If you want to arouse my sympathy, you don't need to do this, just show the appearance just now."

Under the blank expression of the other party, she was silent for a while and said softly: "It looks very lonely."

Then she saw the black-haired young man in front of him slightly open his eyes, those iris eyes seemed to surge into the tide in an instant, turbulent and eager, and finally slapped on the shore, covering up all the undercurrents in the depths.

"Wait! How do you know my name? Who the hell are you?"

She realized later that the other party called her name directly.

An extremely intimate and familiar look.

The other party did not answer this question. After a moment of silence, he raised the corners of his lips again, and the shallow arc was as erratic as floating clouds.

"Then... Riho can adopt my lonely kitten?"

The black-haired young man who was smiling but made her feel as if he was crying stretched out his bloody right hand toward her and said——

"I'm so lonely and sad that I'm about to die."

As if bewitched, she tentatively reached out and gently grabbed the right hand.

The moment she held it, she felt that hand seemed to tremble slightly.

So cold.

Is it that cold today?

This person's body... seems to be a little weak.

Obviously the palm was injured, but the wrist was covered by the bandage, which disappeared into the cuff all the way.

I wanted to avoid the injured place, but was caught tightly the moment I touched it.

After getting up, the black-haired young man hugged her into his arms according to the strength in his hands, completely ignoring the pain in his hands, and put his chin on the opponent's head.

"The essence of human beings does not change."

"The same goes for Riho, she's completely unfamiliar with it, but you can't ignore me no matter what world you are in."

What's the meaning?Shouldn't she just ignore it?

"I was already prepared to be rejected."

Deceitful, with the expression that he would fall if he was rejected again.

"Since you have caught it, don't let it go."

Inexplicable people, inexplicable words.

The wind with the lingering warmth of the evening blew gently, and he hugged the girl in his arms tightly as if absorbing warmth, with a touch of lightness in his soft tone.

"Be responsible, after all, it was Riho who cried and begged me to live."

He completely ignored the other party's shocked "What do you mean I don't care which world?" 'Wait when did I cry and beg you?No, do you really want to die? 'All kinds of remarks.

Then he increased the strength in his hand, and the sharp pain in his palm made him laugh out low.

"Ah, I suddenly feel that it is not completely without expectations."

The weak, pitiful and helpless her: "..."

I always feel as if I am entangled in something very troublesome.

The tide receded.

Those eyes are like the deep sea under the moonlight——

Serene and gentle.