Chapter 8

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TW: SUICIDE


I want this all to be a dream. I mutter, walking to Sayori's house. I knock on the door. She doesn't answer. That's understandable, Sayori probably doesn't want to see me at the moment. I just felt as if I needed to cry with her.

I knock again. 

I enter.

I walk upstairs, Sayori's parents ar-

Oh.

I open the door.

I drop to my knees.

There's no saving anything now.

I just lost her.

It sickens me to look at her pale, lifeless face.

Sayori is gone.

How?

It feels like a minute ago we were joking about procrastinating on the festival and spooning.

Now we're here.

This.

I loved you, Sayori...

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