September 21st.

I'm writing this in my bed, sorry for the wiggly writing.

I just came back from Sayori's place.

It was the worst.

First of all, I was late to her place, last night was Hell for me. I woke up and threw up.

Went to Sayori's house around noon and she didn't answered the door until fifteen minutes later that I tried again.

Sayori opened the door, with her hair in a mess, pajamas all wrinkled, bags under her eyes. She just woke up.

She apologized as always, and let me inside her house.

Surprisingly, her house was super tidy! Contrary to her, quite woozy for just waking up, dragging her feet.

We got to her room, which was a complete opposite of her home...clothes and shoes everywhere! she excused herself a moment and went to the bathroom.

Her room was filled of plushies, cute things, books, ripped paper sheets in her desk, a black shirt under her bed, our uniform socks under her desk chair.

Browsing through her childish room something caught my eye, something I wouldn't wanted to ever see.

It was an old photo that stood on her desk, two little children were smiling, a boy and a girl. She was the little girl...you were the little boy, hugging and making funny faces at the camera.

Little Sayori was hugging you with so much love, you were holding her hand too...tears again.

You really have loved her since a long time ago, isn't?

My stomach went to a turn again, the nausea strike back.

I tried to relax a little and sit on Sayori's bed...and the tears went back...

My throat went in a knot, my voice got off.

I thought that you will never be with me.

Tears again.

You will never be mine.

Never ever.

My name echoed inside my head, it was Sayori. I didn't heard when she got back...I lied of what happened, I talked about last night and she offered me some lemonade which I refused.

I cleaned my tears off my cheeks and began to work on the design of the pamphlets.

As the day went by, Sayori and I didn't talk that much until we went to print the pamphlets.

We were walking, silently. We could only hear our footsteps on the ground, Sayori told me something about my outfit and I thanked her in a soft voice.

I wanted to get home but Sayori asked me something that shocked me.

"Monika, do you like him too?"

My body went straight out cold, my blood froze.

Of course, I played dumb asking her what she meant.

"You know...Him…"

I laughed a bit and she did too.

"Who wouldn't like him?" Told her.

She noded shyly.

"That's what I thought…" she stopped walking.

I looked at her, she tried to hid her face.

She was crying.

Clenching her fists so tight that she screwed up the pamphlets she was holding. Her knuckles went white, I thought for a second that if her fist put more pressure into it they would bleed.

"Monika…"

Sayori totally break down in that moment, I have never seen anyone breaking so bad, collapsed on her knees, and howled like an injured animal.

Oh, Sayori. You pathetic girl...you played yourself making a scene in front of me.

She played herself also breaking in front of me...thinking that I would help you, but...you're so wrong.