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You had been worried about your best friend for a while.
For as long as you knew her for, she had always been the most cheerful and upbeat individual you had ever met.
She put her all into everything, her attitude ultimately raising the mood everything she came barreling into the room you were in.
Lately, though, she had been weird.
Her smile seemed to fade everything you asked her what was wrong, only for it to slip back up and for her to assure you she was fine.
She woke up late every single morning, her face distraught just as much as her clothes and hair were disheveled.
You would usually be the one to button her uniform up and tie it for her, only for her to un-do it because she claims it's 'stuffy'.
One time you even had to wipe some toothpaste off of her collar, and some crumbs off of her skirt.
You were extremely worried about her, but wanted to be patient and there for her untill she was ready to disclose her issue.
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That's how you got to be standing outside of sayoris house, your eyes taking in the familiarity of the outsie of it, it bringing some sort of nostalgia from when you used to visit her all of the time.
You were supposed to be helping Natsuki out with baking for the festival, but texted her to cancel her plans or rearrange them with Yuri so that you could talk with sayori.
You unlatched the small metal bar holding her gate to the fence, watching as it swung open, the metal parts of it squeaking uncomfortably as you stepped inside.
Your shoes padded against the small path leading up to Sayori's house, your figure guiding itself up her stairs and up to her door.
However, before you even had a chance to knock, the door opened in a rushed manor, it swinging against the foundation of the house before halting, sayori throwing herself into your arms.
Her body collided with yours, sening you toppling down the stairs and onto the dirt path.
She was shoving her face uncomfortably into your uniforms shoulder, but you allowed it. Too stunned from the outcome to even speak.
She was sobbing, tears exiting her eyes as she apologized profusely for body slamming you.
"Sayori! Calm down.."
You said, still recovering from the initial shock before picking yourself up, guiding sayori slowly back inside the house to clean her up.
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After cleaning sayori up, you sat down with her on her mattress, the bed-springs inside creaking as you both put your body weight onto it.
"Now, sayori. I'm not going to force you. But would you want to tell me what's wrong?"
You asked in a calm manner, trying to get her to be comfortable enough to share her thoughts, her views, and the troubles she was going through with.
you.
"Well I- you're really just going to make me say it aren't y-"
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You approached sayori's house quickly, your feet pounding against the cemented sidewalk in a panic as you swung open her gate.
Your an inside, opened her door, and immediately bolted up the stairs leading to her bedroom.
You knocked on the door frantically, your eyes glistening in the dark of the house, the quiet of it seemingly more unsettling then the shade.
"SAYORI?! SAYORI!"
You cried as you finally placed your hand on the doorknob, turning it hesitantly.
You gently opened the door...
Sayori's lifeless body hung from the ceiling, her eyes deprived from the joy that previously overtook them.
Her shirt was falling off of her shoulder, and shorts were faded and old.
The rope was wrapped tightly around her neck, keeping her steadily in place, a chair pushed against the corner of the room unevenly, almost as it had been kicked from under her.
"No.."
Was all you could manage out as your voice cracked.
Your body didn't fall, it just oind of wobbled like jello, your side pressing against the doorway as you slide down to your knees, your skin pressing against the wooden floor.
Your best friend was dead.
And there was no biring her back ever. It was all your fault. If only you didn't confess.
If only you never joined that stupid club.
She said being around you was hurting her, and you didn't listen.
You confessing isn't what she needed.
You wished you had never met her, then maybe things would have turned out better for her.
You wished you had ignored her, not giving her the bittersweet attention she hopelessly didn't want.
But it was too late for wishes. Your best friend was dead, and there was nothing you could do to ever put her soul at peace.
There was nothing you could do to make her happy.
Tears welled in your eyes as you began to shake and stare at the floor tears falling and tainting the cardboard with stains.
You began sobbing as the ugly sounds escaped your lips, reverberating off of the thin walls.
It was all your fault.
Your best friend was dead and there was nothing you could do.
Your best friend was dead.. and her blood was on your hands.
Your best friend was dead and there is no bringing her back.
[ Sorry I'm still a beginner writer, and I'm not so good with angst. But I tried.]
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