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❛𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶❜

THERE he was, writing a letter, at his sand castle which looked deserted but in reality is a mafia controlling the undergrounds.

Osamu was the lead of the mafia, so he owns the whole sand castle.

He may not seem like it at first, since he'll act all bubbly and is always fanscinated and curious about everything, but he is actually a genius at strategies, a cruel man with no mercy, making him be feared by so many.

The 17 year old is an insane boy, smiling after shooting an enemy after luring them in and having a normal conversation with them, then moving on to sing a melody and dance around.

But one thing the brown haired boy really cherished more than killing, was his flower garden.

It was located right in front of the building and oh, how truly big and beautiful it was.

Osamu only kept flowers which were the most expensive and rare.

He loved his flowers with a passion.

However, he was very insecure about himself. He wouldn't like it to show his appearance due to low self-esteem and the words 'i'm too ugly' 'nobody wants to look at me' 'they won't like me' 'i'm too scared' repeating in his head.

Depression got to him a lot and he considered committing suicide in the near future, which lead him to drink a lot and have several mental breakdowns.

He just wasn't satisfied with himself at all.

So he would hide is face with his bandages and his plaster as a mask.

One day, Osamu came back from being bored by paper work and walked along the halls and stair cases.

"Yikes.." he stretched himself, "that was really so boring and useless..." he looked out of the window, wanting to be blessed by the beauty he owns.

As he put his eyes on them, his sight had been interrupted by a person.

He squinted his eyes and walked closer to the window, his lips parted.

In the middle of his garden he saw a girl, probably in his age, 'stealing' some of his precious flowers.

A subordinate, Chuuya Nakahara, stopped by and saw his master look out the window intently and went over to him.

When he saw what was going on he almost immediately was ready to call up some troops to catch her.

Why you ask? Well, no one, and I repeat, no one, is allowed to step into Osamu's garden without his own permission and this girl was evidently violating the mafia's and Osamu's laws.

But to Chuuya's surprise, Osamu gripped onto his uniform firmly, to tell him to be quiet and to stop his following actions without taking his eyes off of her.

The red head understood as soon as Osamu let go of him and went down the stairs.

As the boy observed her, he could see that she had (h/c) hair, (e/c) eyes and a lovely (f/c) long dress on.

Usually he'd kill her in a blink of an eye but today, he couldn't, she was... different.

Weeks later

The girl, kept coming every day to his garden with high ignorance and Osamu would catch something for her every day as well.

He felt pathetic to fall for someone like her, who was absolutely gorgeous and moved delicately like an angel. He was a mere average or even under average looking man with no good qualities at all - that's what he thought.

But on one certain day, he wanted to have a closer experience of her visit and so he stood against one of the pillars of the castle. He would just stare at her, picking up a blue coloured flower and sniffed on it.

She smiled.

A smile also started to grow on his face.

But it disappeared as her eyes landed on him.

Panic rose into him and he was stiff as a stone.

The girl smiled again and shouted, "Hello there!" she waved her soft hand, "Do these flowers belong to you?" she questioned, her voice so sweet as honey and pleasant to hear.

Osamu slowly nodded his head, his brown locks bouncing a little bit while doing so.

"They are really beautiful, I envy you so much. I sell your flowers with a good price, they're a good help to me, so thank you," she explained, playing with the blue flower with her fingers as she stared at it.

Osamu just stood there, quiet, and hands in his pockets.

He had his bandages on, his mask was there to protect him from being rejected and embarrassed.

She turned around and left the garden, the other's eyes never leaving her body.

Then she halted a little saying, "Oh and my name's (Y/n)."

Osamu's heart fluttered.

(Y/n), what a pretty name.

Months later

Osamu was in love.

She was the light in the darkness of his life.

(Y/n) still visited his garden every day and she would sell them and earn good money.

The two of them never talked though. Osamu was too shy and anxious for his appearance, so he kept standing at the pillars, always covered with bandages and his black long coat and he would watch her adorable actions from afar.

He had thought of going up to her and telling her he loved her but...

"I can't show you me... give you me. I just can't," he whispered in a shaky tone to himself later that day and held his hand onto his forehead.

The 17 year old didn't have the courage to do anything, it was like he was being held back by chains and he couldn't do anything against it. It has been imprinted into his mind and soul now.

Three days have passed and Osamu had an idea.

He thought of planting a flower that he once read about.

The Smeraldo flower, which resembled her so much.

Osamu had talked with his subordinate, Chuuya, and tried to build up courage into him, so he could give her the flower personally.

A week passed and he had the flower in his office in a porcelain vase and took good care of it.

He was breathing heavily.

"W-What if she'll break my heart and leave me again like all the other people before in my life? What if she laughs at me?" he looked at himself in the mirror and saw himself wear no bandages to cover his face and nothing to heavy.

He wore a beige coat and cream coloured pants and black shoes.

He felt different.

Suddenly, his alarm starting to ring.

The brown hair boy exclaimed terrified and made the effort to turn it off. As he did, he breathed heavily and closed his eyes.

"Yo, Dazai come on she's on her way!" he could hear Chuuya's pissed voice from the other side of the door.

And so he hurried and dashed down the flight of grey stairs and reached the pillars.

There she was, picking flowers - as usual.

A smile formed on his chapped lips and he was given the Smeraldo flower and then he took a big breath to go to her and-

No!

What are you doing you suicidal fool?!

You think she'll ever like someone like you?

Laughter.

He could hear the audio tape of laughter play in his messed up mind.

Ugly!

Mistake! A mistake you are!

"I can't." his voice croaked and tears started to stream down his face.

He started to shake and retreated with his footsteps, his eyes never leaving her frame.

"No Dazai!" Chuuya tried to push him toward her but Osamu managed to get into the building and up to his room, closing the door shut.

He slid down against the wooden door and cried non-stop.

After releasing some tears, he stood up and went to his mirror again and watched his reflection.

Anger built up in him and he started to shout aggressively and started to throw things and broke the mirror, its glass shattered.

He started to cry again.

"Failure. You're such a failure, Osamu,"

A week later

The mafioso was sat at his work desk, scribbling something on paper.

He didn't know what to do.

How was he supposed to give her the flower? He took a glance to the said plant and heaved an aggressive sigh.

"Dazai!" someone burst into his office, startling him.

"What? What! What is it?"

"Boss.. it's... it's the girl.." Chuuya spoke in a low tone.

Osamu looked at him and then to the clock.

3 pm.

The boy saw this as a warning so he grabbed his black coat and sprinted down the stairs until he was near the garden.

The girl wasn't there.

"Where is she??!" he yelled.

"Not again. Not again... why does it have to happen to me... why do they all leave me?" he spoke to himself desperately and angrily as he walked around his flower garden to see no sign of (Y/n).

"Where are you?!!!" he yelled once again, starting to lose his mind.

"Dazai! Dazai listen to me!" Chuuya called for him, seeking his attention.

"What!"

Chuuya flinched.

Osamu was never like this.

He was so aggressive and he didn't look human. His eyes weren't the same.

"She's... she's dead,"

Pang.

An arrow just shot his chest and it broke his pathetic heart into two.

That was the last thing he wanted to hear.

This was it.

This was his final task.

The final hint.

He just stared at Chuuya with his normal tender eyes again.

A smile appeared on his lips.

A broken and ugly smile.

He began removing his mask consisted of bandages from his face, exposing his face to his subordinate.

His brown wavy hair swayed with the air in a peaceful rhythm.

"Chuuya,"

He called him.

"Why do I hate myself so much? Why do I keep making the same mistakes? Why... am I the way I am? Why am I so incredibly ugly?"

He asked him, followed by a chuckle.

"Well no one will know. No one will remember me anyways. And everyone's going to die anyways. So it won't matter,"

"Thank you for being with me Chuuya. You've been a good subordinate,"

"Thank you... (Y/n) for appearing in my life. You made me feel things like no one else did."

He pulled his best pistole out of his pocket and loaded it.

"Dazai! No, Dazai please! Think before you regret it!" Chuuya begged, stepping closer and was in fright and panic.

"I already regretted not telling her I love her and give her the flower. I couldn't even show my real self to her. There's nothing left for me," he spoke the last part in a bored and tired tone.

Once again, he smiled.

"Farewell. Chuuya."

"No!"

Bang!

Osamu pulled the trigger and the bullet went through, making him collapse onto his precious flowers.

The way he fell and landed was utterly beautiful. But he never saw his beauty. He was such a gorgeous man, someone you couldn't take your eyes off of.

The way some of the flowers' colourful petals fell onto his now lifeless body and danced with the wind was so beautiful.

Blood was covering his clothes and the plants were also getting soaked by the substance bit by bit.

If only he accepted himself.

Everything would have been different now.

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alright lmao it isn't friday like i promised but very late here and i'm ill and my eyes hurt, literally. sorryyyyy for the fucking long wait omllll, it's all just school and stress and no motivation. but this song you need to listen to first and understand, it's all connected to the song 'the truth untold' by bts. it's really a beautiful song about being insecure and it fits their love yourself concept well and the song is based on an italian? or spanish story. if you want to know then go read a long comment under this exact video. i hope you liked this one. until next time!