That's what love leads to.

The cafe, for the umpteenth time, the brown-haired man and the hatter are sitting in it, one sitting at a book and the other at the window, patiently waiting for his buddy to finish his coffee.

***

A cold gloved hand gently touches Osamu's arm. The enamored young man looks directly into the brown-haired man's eyes, hinting that he wants to go out on a couple of sincere ones. He hums under his breath, but still closes the book, quickly finishes his coffee, which he paid for long ago, and rises from the comfortable, cushioned chair. They walk out into the street, down the dark Yokohama lane toward the park, in complete silence, for no one dared to break it.

***

Sitting on a bench along the promenade, they watch the scarlet-brown sunset that is visible over the ocean. Yellow and white and orange storefronts are visible in this landscape. Chuya sighs quietly, and dares to say what he brought him here from the cozy café. -Dazai, you, I have to say something. Surprisingly unsure of himself, the young man says. - Hmm? Silence follows in response. - I--no, not like that, ahem, Dazai, I like you. I, uh, wanted to say it before, but as you can see, I can only say it now. Can I hope that you'll reciprocate? Drawing something on his gloves with excitement, he said. The reply was monotonous: - Huh, and you believed in what I said yes? Chuy, that's wrong and...uh, disgusting, you know how I feel about fags.... A second of silence was an eternity to him. -Fags like you, Chuy. He finished. What is that, is that sobbing? Whoa, it seems that someone's trembling young heart couldn't take the rejection. -Haha, you're--you're right. I'm gonna go, okay? Squeezing out an unwanted smile, he didn't listen to the answer that sounded like "yeah, go away" and left at a brisk pace, wiping tears from his eyes.

***

Huddled together he sobbed almost silently into his lap, not that he didn't know Osamu's answer. -You hate me, I...I'm nothing to you now, am I...? Said the man sobbing, he got up from the floor, staggered and looked out the window at the scarlet sunset, it was marvelously visible from his tenth floor. His hands reached for his phone, then his camera program. He took his last photo, of the scarlet- scarlet sunset. Then he went to messaging, the only chat room, and the person that was online...Osamu.... Chuya - Hello...uh, you're wishing me dead now, aren't you? He wrote such a message shivering at the open window. Dazai -Yes, you're sick, go get better, you're making me sick. Almost immediately he was answered by the brown-haired man, with such a...mocking intonation.... Chuya -That's how... He dialed his number, surprisingly Dazai didn't hang up, but continued to kill him with silence. -Osamu, you, I'm sorry, I didn't want it to end like this... The wind, the sea breeze, was picking up, he could hear it howling, singing its song. Silence. -Mg...I'm sorry. I'm, I'm so sorry. He turned on the video link, knowing for sure that it would be watched, put his phone where he could see it, and climbed up on the window frame. - Osamu, I love you so much! For the last time he smiled so sincerely and.....mig, one moment.....he is already flying from the tenth floor of the apartment building.