Doki Doki!

Chapter 12

(A/N) short one. low quality poem in this, too. also, thinking of making a bonus chapter to ddll, but that would be about Aya and Eliza, so im not exactly sure if I should.

Sayori POV

I wake up and leave my room. My parents' store job is set up so that they leave early and return early, so usually I get to see them after school. Sadly, this means I gotta start the day by myself. It's a Sunday. The only thing I have planned is to write a poem.

As I turn on the stove, memories flash in my mind. It was silly, really, that I was able to cause a fire from cooking the simplest of foods. Luckily, I wasn't alone at that moment. No, Monika was there. She quickly took care of the fire. She solves most of my problems, huh?

... but there was another person there.

I remember another, a boy with brown hair, and yellow eyes. MC, he liked to be called, though I don't remember why. I guess the best way to describe him as a person would be like a big brother. Caring, but blunt. He was also a bit... dumb, for lack of a better word. He and Monika had met, if only by being near me. They never really talked. Actually, I even think I remember Monika passing small, yet spiteful glances toward him. I never brought it up, though. Monika never really did this, always being polite to others, even my other friends, so I had no idea what to do about it, even fearing that I'd have to choose between Monika or MC.

Before that dreaded event happened, it seemed that MC would make the choice for me, though, as suddenly he just stopped interacting with me. I still tried to interact with him, but he never even looked my way, as if he just forgot the ability to acknowledge my existence. It stung, truly, to be completely ignored by someone who was a childhood friend, and though Monika was there to comfort me of my MC-related woes, I couldn't help but fear that that would be the start of the end for all of my friendships. Luckily, it wasn't, as Monika is still here.

Sometimes, I think of how I would be different if MC didn't ignore me. I brought him up to Natsuki once, and she said that he was probably trying to get into my pants and simply gave up to chase after someone else. I didn't believe her, of course, but I guess it could have easily led into a relationship with me and him. Issue is, he wasn't as comforting as any of my other friends. With my emotional baggage, I doubt he would stay. Maybe that's why he left me initially?

... hey, is that smoke?

I quickly snap out of my thoughts and look at the food I tried to make. It was not on fire, but smoke was coming off of it. I quickly carried the pan off of the stove and dumped its contents into the garbage.

"I'm helpless." I mutter to myself, as I turn the stove off, and start cleaning the pan. I make a sandwich instead, and eat a pear for good measure.

-9 AM-

Billowing smoke consuming the past

Erasing memories whose gone too fast

It was a start, I suppose. I close the notebook and step out of my house. For a moment, I thought to visit Monika again, but no, I've already given her enough trouble. She probably has something to do, anyways. I instead walk away, in the opposite direction to her house, just so I don't subconsciously drift to her.

As I walk, I think about MC again. He had brown hair and yellow eyes, but what else? It's been so long, I guess I forgot him, too. Maybe I should talk to him again? No, I shouldn't. He has his reasons, I'm sure.

But as I walk past his house, I do stop to look at it. It a little odd, now looking at it, to think someone was in there. The lights in the windows were either off, or the curtains were shut, and it was so motionless, I wouldn't be surprised to see a For Sale sign on the house. Perhaps he had become a hikikomori? That's a bit sad, thinking of someone who I once called a friend become so reclusive they would rarely leave their home. Natsuki would call it pathetic, heh. I walked past the house, shaking my head, half to forget the thoughts, but half out of pity.

-11 AM-

Billowing smoke consuming the past

Erasing memories whose gone too fast

Even dearest friends of mine

Fall apart over the passage of time

Rhyme schemes aren't necessary in poems, but hey, they are fun, right? I close the book once more and stand back up. I sat next to some fast food restaurant, so I simply went into it. I ordered some burgers and fries.

While I was eating, I felt my phone vibrate. Using my free hand, I pulled out my phone. It was Monika! I put down my burger and opened up the notification.

💚Moni💚: Hey, Sayo! How are you doing?

Sayori: Good! Hbu?

💚Moni💚: Fine, I suppose. I've mostly been studying, is all.

Sayori: You actually study for school?

💚Moni💚: Do you not?

Sayori: ...

💚Moni💚: We can discuss this some other time.

💚Moni💚: What are you doing now?

Sayo: Burger

💚Moni💚: Oh.

💚Moni💚: Do you like it?

Sayo: yea

💚Moni💚: That's great!

I put my phone down and return to eating. Monika checked up on me through texts when she couldn't see me physically, by her own insistence. She cares for me too much, I tell myself, but ultimately, I guess I don't mind. It's always nice to talk to her.

I finish my food and throw it away, and leave. While walking I look back on my notebook. Truthfully, I have no idea how to finish this poem. Before I can think of some solution to this, I see a park. I remember going here a summer or 2 ago with Monika. Maybe a quick stroll through here will help?

I start to daydream while walking around the park. I'm really surprised, honestly, that Monika is still my best friend. She was actually my first friend, with me apparently also being hers. I'd expect that perhaps Monika would get tired of me, and abandon me. Maybe that's why MC vanished? Well, regardless, Monika never left me, and ever since that one question in the park, we seemed to have grown even closer somehow. I break from my daydream and look around. I seem to have wandered up a hill, and looked up to the tree I remembered. It's color is different, instead of the red it was in the summer, it was now a vibrant green. Either the tree was replaced, or this is just a really weird tree. Either way, it looked nice. I sat underneath it, and enjoyed the scenery.

As I sat under the tree, I opened my book and just let my hand move. After a while of writing, I let up, and picked up the book and read it.

Billowing smoke consuming the past

Erasing memories whose gone too fast.

Even dearest friends of mine

Fall apart over the passage of time.

Even still, despite the decay

Some things always seem to stay.

Never leaving, like a beacon of light

I won't lose this, so I must hold it tight.

It was decent, I guess. I suppose I could go with the excuse of trying new things. I close the book. Normally, this is where I'd go home, but instead, I look up into the leaves, watching the green leaves rustle as they contrast the blue of the sky. I guess green has always sort of been a comfort color for me. I always liked fields, plants, and Monika has always been there for me, though there's way more that I like about Monika. I shake my head. There's times for those thoughts, Sayori. Not now. I stare off at the quiet activity of the park. Some birds looking around aimlessly for something to do, people also enjoying the calm atmosphere, and some other details I don't know how to list, but can certainly pick up on. I'll return home soon, but for now, I'll just stay here for a while.

(A/N) y'know, the passage of time has always terrified me. hope i can get over that some day.