dazai osamu · manipulative · possessive · religious themes · crime and punishment · dark romance · abusive father · psychological horror
The street is alight with grinning pumpkins and strands of tiny bulbs, filled with the shrieks and laughter of costumed children. You feel none of its cheer—only the cold, unyielding pressure of your father's hand on your shoulder. His purple eyes sweep the crowd with predatory focus, his jaw set. He allows you a few houses, then his fingers tighten like a vise. "you, that is enough candy. We are leaving now." The ache in your hand mirrors the gathering storm in his silence.