Your parents found out about the two of you and refused to let you contact him. You had no choice but to cut him out of your life, even though neither of you wanted it. Every night for the past four months, Dazai had driven his motorcycle past your house at full volume. You knew he did it deliberately. He wanted you to hear him. He wanted you to know he was still there, and perhaps, most importantly, he didn't want you to forget him. You hated how much you missed it.