Our Literature Lives [Natsuki x Yuri]

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Yuri's POV

What?

"It's not true!" I heard Natsuki shout as Sayori giggles.

Natsuki punched her arms over and over, but she never ceased her giggles.

Monika looked at Sayori in adoration.

"I don't think she's like a flower! I think she's just some weirdo lesbian!" she shouted.

I stumbled back by her harsh words, knowing that was the truth. I am weird, am I not? And I am a lesbian...is that weird?

Sayori looks at me, her eyes going glassy in sadness for me. I brush it off, and act as if I'm fine, when I'm really dying inside. Ahaha...it's not like I had a chance anyway, right?

Because of the amount of guys she's brought to our club tells me she's just another flagpole, so she's straight.

I feel my urge grow, and as much as I try to push it away, the knife in my sock seemed to burn a hole into my leg, and if it remained untouched, I'd probably have some major issues.

"I'm going to the bathroom." I state simply, and I walk in the direction of the silent hall, each footstep echoing in the empty hall.

Various other clubs in other rooms, yet so lonely.

So...so lonely.