Almost, again.

"I'm tired of pretending you stopped existing."

"..and I'm tired of you never looking over your shoulder."

Sayori used to measure her mornings by the girl waiting at the corner. Then high school happened, Monika became everyone else's overachiever, and Sayori learned how to walk alone.

Three years later, Natsuki drags her to a perfectly normal literature club that somehow still ended up run by the same girl Sayori's been trying to forget. Between poem prompts, ferris wheels, and two mutual idiots in love who keep calling it "someone else," Sayori and Monika take turns remembering the story of how they broke each other's hearts, and whether they're brave enough to try writing a different ending.