Relatability
I woke up feeling dreams of near death, twice. I know I felt weird writing the poem I did. Yes I thought of writing Sayori in mind. I felt depressed for other things and possibly anxiety. I waited throughout the school day till the literature club. Being the first one there for once. 'I wonder if Sayori will think differently with the poem I wrote,' I thought with concern.
"Wow, you're here first Dan," I hear Sayori as she walked over to me.
"Yeah, I'm surprised too honestly," answering a little sheepish. It was a few minutes before the others came into the club.
Monika smiled and said, "Everyone ready to share their poems today?" Everyone seemed to comply with her question. I went to Monika first. We read our poems quietly. "Dan, I want to ask you something," Monika asked with such a serious face.
"Sure Monika, what's up?" I said.
"Are you having problems?" she asked me.
"Yes, no, maybe," I tell her reluctantly.
"If you need someone to talk to. I'm here if you ever need help, ok?" Monika reassuring me. I nodded to her and I went to the others. Yuri finding my writing style different from yesterday and improved. Natsuki made it seem like my writing was to suck compared to hers. I was only looking forward to Sayori's reaction on it in general.
"Dan, let's see how each other's poems are," Sayori beamed at me. My heard skipped a beat and I tried not to blush yet did anyways. As we read one another's poems. Sneaking glances at her and she seemed to have an interesting look on her. "Dan, you seemed to be a little different from today," she brought up.
"Yeah, it probably wasn't my best work to be honest with you," I said rather downcast.
"No, that's not it," Sayori tells me, "fact that I like what you wrote honestly." Sayori read my poem to me.
Strawberry
I can't help looking.
Looking at the strawberry I have.
Not too big and not too small.
Loving the shape it had.
It was almost heart shaped.
I don't know if I could eat it.
I would love to enjoy it.
It seems precious right now.
Yet it won't always be like that.
Taking a bite.
The juicy sweetness of it tantalizes me.
Enjoying the moment of it.
I blushed even more and Sayori smiled at me. "Would you like for me to walk you home after the club?" I asked bluntly. Why did I say that? Oh my God, I'm such an idiot.
"I would like that Dan," Sayori said and beamed at me. I felt the fluttering in my heart ease up. After giving each other's poems back. I sat down with a goofy grin of delight. Afterwards, we were walking home and talking. "Dan, I want to tell you something. I feel like I can trust you about this," Sayori telling me.
"Sure Sayori, you have my trust," I tell her as I cupped her hand. I stepped back embarrassed by that. She had this smile but it felt like a lonely smile.
"I've lived with depression since I was a little girl. It's only gotten harder on me. I'm not sure what to do at this point to be honest with you," she said and looked down with a sad expression.
"You're not alone," I tell her and she looks up at me, "I've had depression when I was 10. My parents don't know what to make sense of it honestly. Saying things like, 'Why are you sad?' or 'Life is good to you. Get over it.' They just don't get it doesn't work that way honestly."
"I'm glad I have someone to relate to. Thank you Dan," Sayori said and came to give me a hug. I could feel my heart pumping fast yet I held her back. Not like there was going to be more to it. After our embrace, she kissed me on the cheek. We arrived to her house and were I dropped her off.
To Be Continued…