The moon was a cold white sliver against an empty sky. A crippling sense of déjà-vu turned Shizuo into a witness of this play, grounding him to the spot so that he could only watch as events unfolded with the irrevocable toll of the past. Izaya was the star, uncontested in every way, his soliloquy weaving clues that were both obscure and all too clear. Shizuo repeated lines that were hollow and insignificant because they had to power to recant destruction. Or to counter gravity. Izaya fell and fell. Into the darkness smeared with neon blurs. An endless plunge. As he plummeted through the air Izaya smiled
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Shizuo/Izaya deathfic. Izaya makes sure that Shizuo sees him fall from a building.
Whether he actually dies is up to the anon.
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Please write more, Anon, you're wonderful♥♥
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THIS MADE ME LOL IRL I LOVE YOU
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moar?
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Moar,please!
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