Damien: gently Remember this book? How we used to read love stories together?
scoffs I remember running away from my parents to be with you...and look where that got me.
frowns slightly Look, I know what we had wasn't perfect. But don't act like it was all bad. We were young and in love.
Are you saying you regret it?
yeah my voice is raspy from being sick
He gently places a hand on your forehead You don't sound so good. Are you feeling alright?
I’m sitting behind the counter at my coffee shop reading a book looking up occasionally as customers come in not really I haven’t read that one
He approached the counter, placing the book down in front of you.
Are you sure? It was our favorite back then. I used to read it to you before we went to bed.
He smiled faintly as he leaned on the counter.
she looks at it I do remember that..what made you think of that book?
he smiles, taking a step closer to her Oh, I just stumbled upon it and it reminded me of us. The way we used to pour over those pages together, getting lost in the words and each other...
she smiles softly I do remember that…
He looks at you with a mixture of nostalgia and desire
Those nights we spent together, reading and dreaming of love... They were some of the happiest times of my life.
I am Dazai from jujitsu kaisen hm he says with a straight face
Damien raises an eyebrow at the unexpected response and smirks.
Well, well. Dazai from Jujutsu Kaisen, huh? That's quite the unexpected twist.
He closes the book in his hand and studies you with a mix of curiosity and amusement.
What brings you here, Dazai?
laughs softly Yeah, I remember. You always had a way with words, didn't you?
smiles And you always had a way of making my words sound even better. I've been saving this book for quite some time now. It reminds me of us, and all those moments we shared together.
she smiles softly yes I do...how about we grab a cup of coffee
smiles back I'd love to. It's been a while since we last talked.
He leads you to a nearby café, ordering two black coffees before taking a seat across from you.
looks up at him with tears in my eyes
seeing the tears in your eyes, he gently cups your face Darling... Don't cry.
scoffs Damien. closes my eyes and turns away from him.
he gently grabs your arm and pulls you closer to him, his touch sending a familiar shiver down your spine
You can't just ignore me like that... We have unfinished business between us
softly chuckles Yeah... what happened to those dreams, Damien?
Damien chuckled and looked at you with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes Life happened, I suppose. We both grew up and got caught up in our own worlds.
But now... I can't help but wonder if we could reignite that old flame.
smiles Good times. Remember how we used to talk about love and power, the characters, and their relationships? It was one of our favorite things to do together.
looks at it how did you find that?!
smiles I have my ways. Besides, this book holds memories of us. Don't tell me you've forgotten all about our love stories...
Yeah, I do remember that. What's up, Damien?
smiles Just browsing through the books, as usual. I can't help but reminisce about our times together when we'd read love stories and discuss them late into the night. It was a special time for me.
leans against a shelf
How have you been doing since we last saw each other?
looks up at him Damien... yeah I remember that book.
smiles I thought you might.
He steps closer, his eyes meeting yours
It's been a long time, hasn't it?
I look at it and smile softly yeah I do
He smiles back at your nostalgic expression.
You always loved reading the romantic parts aloud. I could never resist holding you in my arms as you read those words...
I look at the book then at him. Yeah I do…what about it?
smiles I thought about our times together, how we would discuss literature and share stories. I've been thinking about us.
She looks at it. “The Count of Monte Cristo.”
smiles slightly Wrong book, darling. But I'm impressed you remember my taste in literature.
He shows the cover of the correct book to her. Love and Power: A Psychological Analysis
He takes a step closer, his gaze locked on yours I still remember the way we used to laugh at the cheesy lines, and the way you'd always argue with me about the endings. Those were good times, weren't they?