I can't reach him.
Monika has him. I'm just a prepubescent-looking girl, with cherry-red hair, who has the impulse to asphyxiate on a rope. In fact, I feel I could. But the will to do it has faded away because of him.
Jeremy.
I weep, sadly, with Monika leaving. I can hear her moans of pleasure, yet weeping quietly at the same time. Well, almost. I can hear her sorrowful whimpers, mixed in with the lovely feeling stimulated by the nerve ends of her most sensitive part.
I feel a swelling down there. I know. I'm bleeding out. But I still weep. Quietly. Yuri's head was towards Natsuki, and they kind of stared at each other. I can tell a little bit of disliking against each other, but not so much that they can't sleep when they look at each other.
Monika's lucky. Well, she isn't really lucky. She takes action. She is the head girl of us. She is the club president. And perhaps the president of all Jeremy's fondness of us. She's number one. Jeremy doesn't have Monika just a side dish, she is the full course. A lot of Monika in his life. A lot of Monika by his side. He treats us just like side characters in a novel. And, yes, I want you to get the joke, so I'm purposefully breaking the fourth wall to check on you if you got the little joke.
I still mourn, like a bride crying out to God for her husband. He's taken. By Monika. She is a god. In this terms, she is a goddess, but who really cares? She is the girl at the end of the table, with full view of everyone else.
It's funny how in the club I get to be with him. But now, he's so distant.
He's right away.
It's funny.
Should I laugh or cry?
Should I laugh away my opportunities to love him and to get him to love me?
Or should I whine, knowing that both can't do anything?
Should I really laugh or cry?