



About depressive crises and their management
“I'm sorry” The words burned his tongue like they always did, but if there was anyone who deserved his honesty and regret it was Chuuya. There would always be a distance between them that neither of them would be able to mend, but God if Dazai wasn't trying “I'm sorry for putting my Chuuya through this” again he hung in the air, implied by both of them. “Don't be sorry” Chuuya finished wrapping the bandages over the wounds, adjusting the fabric loosely enough so as not to overwhelm Dazai's already bristling senses, because he was always prone to over-sensitivity that alternated with total numbness during his crises, and the fact that a man always remembered that made him even more raw and vulnerable inside. “You are my torment, but you are also mine to care for, okay?” Chuuya gently patted his knee with the lightest tone as if it wasn't the kindest thing he'd ever touched (that had happened to) Dazai “One to ten how are we feeling right now?”
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View profile" Às vezes, quando uma explosão explode com força o suficiente, ela começa a pensar sobre si mesma. E escreve. E escreve." ~Íris...
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