She is completely gone...
A loud clap of thunder strikes distantly in the expanse of darkness.
Without her, I have no more reason to live. Yet there they sit apart, not even knowing each other. They don't have a Game. They don't have the diaries. They don't have to feel the pain... our pain.
It was at that moment that something changed inside of him. It was at that moment that the barrier began to chip away. At that moment, a monumental battle began so that an even greater battle could end. It was the final struggle.
There is nothing left for me in this world. I want to see our happy ending come true... No, I need to see the only way... is to go there.
Yukiteru, God of the 2nd World, looked at the diary entry. He knew there was still hope. It never changed, after all.
It's time. I need to fulfill this entry. I need to go there. I am sorry, Yuki and Yuno 3.
Yuno... Is this how you felt?
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Waving goodbye to his friends, Yukiteru Amano 3 walked back to his house. He reflected on the day's events in his diary.
Yuki never really knew why he wrote in his diary. In fact, he remembered totally opposing the idea a long time ago. But whenever he opens his phone, he gets some kind of unknown urge to just start writing. It was similar to the urge that he felt whenever he heard the name of the beauty and idol of the other high school in his town, Yuno Gasai.
Urges like this appeared in many different instances. Like when he saw a fortune teller. Or when he passed by the tower, and City Hall, and the facility. And when he pulled up that certain blanket when he felt cold. And when he saw a gun or knife. And, finally, when he and Moe Wakaba share an intimate moment.
April 1st, 04:00
Went out for a fun day with friends.
Shido tried to make another move on Sena, who rejected him again.
Spent ¥700 on arcade games.
Shido, Sena and Sachiko walked off, leaving Moe and I.
Moe leaned in closely. Urge felt, triggering movement to push Moe away.
Moe was hurt. I told her I was sorry.
Friends caught up.
Day ended. I went home.
Immediately after opening the doorbell and saying hello to my mother, I ran up the stairs and into my room. There, on my bed, sat the green blanket. Suddenly feeling cold, I wrapped it around my body. Once again, I felt the urge. Like I was remembering something that was close enough to notice, but far enough to not be able to make out what it was. Then, I did something different. As if I were a robot, my arms moved themselves and brought the blanket over my head. The moment they did, my entire vision was covered in a flash of white light. When it dissipated, I could not believe my eyes.
I was standing in a purple-lit room that was empty except for one thing in the middle: a giant mechanical – looking figure sitting on a throne.
"Welcome to your mind, Yukiteru Amano," the figure said. "It has been a very long time."