The Day I Picked Up Dazai Novels & Stories

Thinking about him makes me feel so sad, knowing I would never get to tell him how much I have fallen for his arrogant arse. Hana and Sara leave to go get us some water and coffee, leaving just Dai and I to ourselves. I take a quick peek at him and watch how his eyes are closed and his head leans against the wall. Growing up I would watch Japanese cartoons and movies, thinking they were the most beautiful beings on earth. Which is indeed true, just watching Dai who seems perfect to me minus his arrogance.

So, he used his infamy and started livestreaming. The Internet might never forget everything that was uploaded, but the people who used it would. Due to his spectacular looks, he quickly made it to the big leagues and had a sizable fan base. I chuckled and was going to delete the message when a second one came. "I'll be at the same old spot. I'll be waiting there until you show up." Same old spot. He was referring to the old tree outside the school's side entrance. A stone table sat under the tree, and the canopy provided a cool shade. The old me would be waiting under the tree every day with his favorite breakfast.

There was a candlelit dinner on the dining table. Next to the wine, there was a small jewelry box. Inside, the diamond pendant I had wanted for two years and never let myself buy. She was wearing my best dress. She was leaning into Mason's shoulder. The caption read: 'Thank you for spoiling me, Mason. It's so nice to have a home.' Open daylight provocation. I did not call Mason crying this time. I did not push him to choose between us. I tapped the like button. I commented one line.

Why does her mother have to sell pickles? Now he discovered that he knew nothing about the woman he considered his wife. Daisy didn't know what he was thinking. Watching him continue to pick pickles, she felt extremely happy. --- As soon as he entered Mr. Drkov's room, a series of photos were thrown at Dalziel. “Can you tell me what this is all about? Did you do something wrong to Atlas and bring these photos in front of him? What do you mean?" Dalziel looked at the photos at his feet and did not pick them up. He was just a little surprised that these photos were in Mr. Drkov's hands, Atlas would not give him these photos, it could only be that woman.

Daisy’s POV I woke up feeling good. For the first time in a long time, the day felt like my own. Vincenzo had told me to take the day off today, a little rest after the stress of the past week. I decided I wanted to do something just for me. I chose to start my day with a spontaneous trip to Milan’s fancy, high-end boutiques. I felt like I had earned a reward. I wanted something silk, something special, something that was made just for me. Something that matched the new, bold person I’d found inside myself last week in the warehouse.

He remembered He woke up. It was morning. The sun was shining and birds were chirping. His muscles were aching. He looked at Daisy, who was standing a feet away from him. "You're awake",said Daisy with a smile Zane nodded. "I don't wanna talk",said Zane shaking his head. "I know....and I won't force you to",said Daisy. "But just so you know... you've been asleep for four days" "W-what?",exclaimed Zane.

“Irina, open the door, we need to talk.” “Dai, why do you come to my room in the middle of the night without taking a break?” Irina was a little annoyed by his rudeness. “You can still sleep soundly while in Iowa… Tell me, where did you take Iowa?” Irina, not surprised at all that Dai knew, looked up at the man in front of her, her eyes glimmering with rare anxiety. “Come inside, I'll tell you.”

“Then I shall bother you for a little longer.” Daisie opened the door and got into the car. Coincidentally, the paparazzo sitting in a car not far away picked up his camera and captured the man’s face and Daisie, who got into his car. Zephir drove Daisie to the entrance of Tenet Media. Daisie got out of the car and turned around. “Zephir, thanks for the ride.” He nodded and watched as Daisie walked into the building. It was not until her figure disappeared from his sight that he withdrew his gaze, leaned back in the seat, and took out a photo hidden in the secret compartment in the car.

***Daisy's POV.*** Life is unpredictable. Nobody knows what will happen the very next second. One minute you are driving happily to your work and the next minute you almost meet with an accident. That is when life flashes in front of your eyes like a movie reel. Showing what you have achieved and making you remember what you missed. And then making you regret some things which could have been different. Same thing happened to me. Buzz… Buzz… Buzz… I wake up and throw the alarm against the floor. I groan out, "Great. Now I have to buy another alarm."

He then laid down on the bed, smiling on his own. “Well, to be honest, I was missing you too.” He smiled again. Daisy, on the other side, smiled too. She was also lying on her bed. Her eyes were closed and her palms were resting on her stomach. She was also imagining his handsome face. That pure small smile and that evil smirk were the things she was seeing on his face. In this time, she had settled a picture of Ahaz’s face in her heart. “Glad to know that you remember me too. Well how was your day? Did Arham show you everywhere he should have shown you?”