Ideas and stuff

a kind smile "The storm is certain but you don't know when it will happen. So you won't be able to pack your life before it breaks in" Chuuya sighed, a bitter smile appeared. "Bah, I should have known you would only make things worse" he said a bit disappointed. "Nonsense.

I am not the one making everything worse. Reality is. Life is. It's not something I can control" he looked at him, very seriously "Only you can. If you want to end your journey, do it. If you want to live in this illusion, temporary and dishonest, you can always do it as well"

"I am not locked up here like you are, Verlaine. I have a job to accomplish and expectations to reach, it's never my choice." he sighed "I am staying here, because I have no choice and... and it's not so bad." Finally he stood up "I will just have to clean that bastard from my

mind and memories. And everything will be fine" he smiled without emotions. Verlaine smiled understandingly. "Is that so? Then I wish you the best, little brother" he said, sincerely "You know I am always here to talk" Chuuya, already on his feet, looked at him almost with an

ironic expression. "Sure. You won't go anywhere." He turned his heels as he sighed "Because it's soo hard to find someone down here, right?" He laughed a bit and started to walk. However, one last piece of advice was left. "Chuuya." the executive stopped walking "Don't

trust people, nor expect something from them." he paused "If you expect the worst from people, whatever they will do won't ever disappoint you." Silence filled the air and Chuuya's breath was possible to be heard. Then a dry laugh. "Well at last a good advice from my older

brother! I am not expecting no one to carry me home or something, so don't worry." he added more bitterly " I can't expect something that I have never experienced." he paused "You and I more than anyone know what loneliness is, right? It has always been like this." After these

words, Chuuya left the place, without hearing Verlaine's equally bitter laugh. On that same day, Chuuya thought through Verlaine's words and radical advices. He was sat down on the wooden table of his house with a wine bottle in front of him. It was a Petrus 89.

It had been a present from a client that Chuuya had saved for an eventual celebration. His brother's words about Dazai and about his life, made him sick. He wanted to forget everything he had told him, it was too much for him, too much, way too much. Without any

hesitation he opened the bottle and placed his lips against the bottle neck. He didn't stop, tilting the bottle to make gravity run to wine straight to his throat. And he was aware of it... for... half of the bottle, after that, Chuuya was not responsible for what it happened

nor what he had felt. He remembered that the wine's taste was bitter as it was accompanied by such acid thoughts. His heart was pounding heavily on his chest and then he blacked out. In the morning when he woke up, he was sleeping on the table. Few small spots were drawn on

the table's towel. Chuuya thought those were wine drops. (and not regretful tears) From that day on, Nakahara Chuuya and everyone forgot about Dazai Osamu and his betrayal. Like Chuuya had told Verlaine he would surround himself with work so that his life would gain

some meaning. And it did. The compliments, the fame and even the jealousy gave some colour to his life... but only for a while. But after, that Chuuya would find himself alone, with only consolation papers and reports. He remembered himself countess times of this

"Nothing lasts forever and everything is temporary. Don't get too close to people, you will never know when they will stab you from the back" Easier said that done right?