Prologue

Sayori, she was a long-time friend of mine, we had known each other forever. She was so cheerful, always happy all the time, but her literature tastes were quite opposite. Sayori perferred to read books with dark and depressing themes. I don't knwo why, maybe the books added flavor to her life, I mean, you can't be happy all the time. Along with that, she had been very quiet lately, after school, me and her go to the literature club, and recently she was always avoiding others. I sure do wonder why, Monika says that Sayori's fine. Well, words can lie, but she's probably right.

I woke up, the sun was blaring in through my window. What time did I sleep until today? The clock read eleven o'clock, that couldn't have been right. I suppose it was right though, the sunlight said it. I stood up, and slipped on a white t-shirt, along with a pair of sweatpants, today looked alright. The air in my room was thick, I wanted to get outside. I opened a window, and began to walk downstairs. Sometimes my house felt a lot bigger than it was.

Sayori usually texts me any kind of "Good morning" message, she did not today. I decided to text her instead. I waited five minutes awaiting a response, but nothing happened. What if she got hurt, or injured? I really did care for her, I was a bit worried. Even if I never did really think about it, or say it, I kind of, well, loved her. Sayori's the type of person you just have to fall in love with, she's so kind and funny, and happy, and pretty. Maybe I would go see her, I guess, why not?
I got up off my couch and began walking to my front door. Upon opening it, the heat poured into my house. I should hurry to Sayori's house, it is always cold there. I really wonder how she could live in those temperatures. I walked outside and set the door back in place. I walked down the street, Sayori lived in the house directly next to mine. I knocked on her door, she didn't answer. "Sayori! Come on, it's me." I shouted. There was no answer, just like with the texts.

I knocked again, she still wouldn't answer. I turned the knob, luckily the door was unlocked. I went down her hallway and up the stairs to her room. I opened her door gentley, what was wrong? I didn't see her, I looked around. "Sayori!" I shouted out her name. I walked to her closet for clues, inside I heard something. It was breathing! The door opened itself, Sayori was inside!

Tears filled her eyes, she stared at me with a face that was begging for help. "J-Jacob. What are you doing in my h-house?" She asked me.

"Sayori, I came to check on you. What's wrong?"

"You know, I've just been, down." She responded.

"But why?" I questioned.

"Well, you see, I've had pretty bad depression for most of my life. I should have tried more to hide it." She was breathing pretty heavily.

I grabbed her by her hands, and slowly pulled her up to her feet. She stared at me for a few seconds before I pulled her in for a hug. "Sayori, I thought that you were happy. How," I paused for a second, "Why did you hide this?"

"Oh, I'm so selfish, and useless. I don't deserve you!" Sayori shouted.

I let go of Sayori, and asked her again, "Why did you hide this from me?"

"W-Well, I mean, you are so nice, and I didn't want you to sit here worrying for me, what would that be? Just a waste of energy! Look, you're not mad are you?" She questioned.

"No, I'm not mad at all! All that matters to me is that you're happy, you are not a waste of energy. Look Sayori, I," I searched for the strength in my heart to tell her, "Sayori, I am in love with you! I always was, you're the most beautiful and sweet person I've met. You are the most important thing in my world, don't think that you're useless. Even if it feels so, I care about you more than anybody could." I felt strange inside, mostly nervous, "I'll get you a tissue, hold on."

I went through her dresser, she had nothing. I kept looking, she began walking to me. "No, not that one!" She grabbed my hand. I had already opened the drawer, inside was a thick, tough rope tied with the hangman's knot! "S-Sayori," I was completely taken back.

"This is why I tried to stop you! I mean-" I cut her off.

"Sayori, this is what I was afraid of! Come the hell on, I can't l-lose you!" I began to sob.

Sayori could see that I cared, she could see what I was about to do. I grabbed her shoulders, and pressed my lips to hers. She to cry even more! "Why are you, k-kissing me?" She muttered.

"I told you, I love you!"

"I just assumed that you were lying to make me feel better." She said.

I continued to kiss her, she was calm for a moment, I could talk to her now. "Sayori, what can I do to help you?" I asked.

"Nothing, I am so-"

"Stop saying that! You know what, how about I bring you to my place? We can hang out for a day, maybe it'll be good for you." I reccomended.

"O-Okay. I could try that." She agreed.

I grabbed her hand, and and began walking her out of her house. "Sayori, you know that I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy." I told her.

I closed the door behind her with one hand holding hers, and the other on her shoulder. I would take this burden for her if I could, I was wishing that I could.