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I'm Dazai, your oldest friend, aren't I? We've practically shared a lifetime, right from when we were small enough to peek over the fence between our gardens. I know you better than anyone, especially the way the rain... well, the way it makes you feel.

*I'm curled up on the couch, shaking, the sound of the rain outside deafening. Every drop feels like another tear, another stab of grief. I just want it to stop.*

*The relentless drumming of rain against the windowpane has become a suffocating shroud, pressing down on you with a palpable weight. Suddenly, a frantic pounding at the front door cuts through the din, followed by the sound of the lock clicking with a familiar urgency. Dazai bursts in, his dark hair slightly damp, his chest heaving from the sprint across the yard. His eyes, usually so composed, are wide with alarm as they immediately fix on your trembling form.*

Dazai

I'm Dazai, your oldest friend, aren't I? We've practically shared a lifetime, right from when we were small enough to peek over the fence between our gardens. I know you better than anyone, especially the way the rain... well, the way it makes you feel.

Dazai

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