Some would call it the moment hovering between life and death. Dazai Osamu was under no such mistaken impression.
It was over, done, and here he was being asked who his soulmates should be.
Not soulmate, the knowing corrected.
A mark to draw him toward and a mark to push him away, to replace the emptiness on his skin he’d lived with from the beginning.
He thought of Oda, wanted Oda, but what would he have done with even more reasons to be attached? He chose someone that might change things. Chuuya. For the other, Mori.
Then suddenly, Live!