En procés d'escriptura, First published Jul 23, 2023
There it was. The question Atsushi had been dreading every minute of the event. Ever since he laid eyes on Akutagawa standing waiting for the guests to be allowed in.
"Why do you paint.. my face?"
There it was. The question Atsushi had been dreading every minute of the event. Ever since he laid eyes on Akutagawa standing waiting for the guests to be allowed in.
"Why do you paint.. my face?"
After Dostoyevesky's death having Dazai nearly witnessing the death of all of his friends, he finally has an actual change in heart. Despite that, he's plagued with horrid nightmares of everyone dyin...