Yuri must have heard it.
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Later that evening
I arrive home and put my key in my pocket, searching for my phone I felt the present for Natsuki, so I grabbed it out of my pocket and threw it on the table. Its like, no matter how hard I try, Natsuki doesn't like me.
All I've ever wanted was to be Natsuki's friend, and since freshman year, I have had these strong feelings for her. But every time I try to be her friend, she shoves me away. I check the time on my phone. I have work in half an hour. I walk into my kitchen and find some food, before settling in on my couch and watching some YouTube.
Half an hour later, I was on my way to work. And it finally dawned on me—the number of times Natsuki has said that the club would be better without me. Maybe I should quit the club, for Natsuki's enjoyment. I mean, I love the club, but maybe if I wasn't in it, Natsuki wouldn't hate me as much.
I went about my shift, and the idea didn't leave my mind. I kept thinking of moments that would show Natsuki wanting me out of the club. By the time I got home that night, all I did was
Called Monika.
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