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She doesn’t know why this knock on the door is different, why the urgent sound of knuckles striking the door tightens all the vertebrae in her spine. Pulling a soft robe over her nightdress, Yosano opens the door and finds Dazai standing there, grief permanently etched into a youthful visage.
“They’re gone,” He tells her, in a voice that is not so much breaking as is already broken, and for the briefest of moments, his mask cracks wide open, revealing a lost, teary-eyed child.
She doesn’t need to ask who.
Her mind shoots to the last moment she’d seen Odasaku. The haze of sleep still had her in its throes, and she’d watched Odasaku dress with half-lidded eyes, nestled under the weight of warm blankets. There were a few meaningless remarks, Odasaku telling her that he might not be home before morning, and Yosano murmuring a sleepy response. Years from now, the sheer ordinariness of that conversation would haunt her. The last time you ever see somebody, something of significance should be said. But Odasaku exited her life with a quick smile, and a rough, lingering kiss pressed against her lips.
She doesn’t know how he died, and she isn’t going to ask the boy with blood still drying on his hands. All she knows for certain is that Odasaku’s gone somewhere that she can’t follow.
“We have to go. It’s not safe for you and the baby.”
Dazai speaks in a level voice, but the mention of the word baby summons up the lost Odasaku to them both. Instinctively, her hand flutters against her stomach, to the week-old baby sleeping within, an instinctive reaction that instantly confirms Dazai’s suspicions. Yosano falls silent, unable to suppress the wave of emotion that passes over her face.
“Did he know?”
Yosano blows out a breath of regret. She isn’t crying, her emotions still suspended in ice, but the thought
of having to raise this baby alone brings a pinching sensation in her throat and hot pressure behind her eyes.
“No.”
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