Day 2:

I met with Sayori as soon as I left my house, then we walked towards school, I didn’t asked to see her poem beforehand because it would be like cheating on the others. This morning was odd somehow, I didn’t saw the man with the scarf, I guess that that is fine, I really hate his presence. Once we got to the school gate Sayori asked a rather odd question.

“Hey…”

“What’s up?”

“I was wondering, do you care for me?”

What? I don’t know how to respond this kind of situation.

“If I care about you? I care for all my friends, and at the time being you are the closest thing that I’ve got for a friend”

“That’s really nice to hear”

I don’t know why she wanted to hear that, am I that bad showing my gratitude towards her? Should I do something? Yes, I should.

“Hey Sayori…”

I don’t really know what to say, I really care for her, the problem is that our relationship is slowly getting up after a long hiatus. What do I feel for her? I don’t even know how to interpret my emotions, I want to say that I love her, but that is not correct, we only re-met a few days ago.

“What is it?”

“Sayori I wanted to tell you that… You saved me, if it weren’t for you I would be closed inside my room watching anime and reading manga, I don’t want to be like that anymore. I want to live, you made me live, by making me go outside my comfort zone and making me act like a normal human being”

I get close to Sayori, I think I startled her a bit, but that doesn’t matter. This is the only way I know I can show her my gratitude at my fullest. I get close to hug her as tightly as I can, making sure I don’t harm her in any way, this way she can know that I owe her a big one, and that I can count on her.

“Thank you… For everything…”

Wait, what was that? Did I hear her sob?

“Emh, Sayori, are you okay?”

“Oh! Don’t mind me, I just thought that your words were really beautiful. In a certain way you saved me too, thanks to you my time on the club is even better”

What a beautiful sight, isn’t it? I think we should go to classes now.

“Well, it’s getting kind of late, see you in the club Sayori!”

“See ya!”

“So what do you think of my poem?”

“It’s your first one, isn’t it?”

“Yes”

I think I weirded out Natsuki for a little while, I don’t know if that’s a good sign or not, but I can bet that she found my poem rather interesting.

“Mmm, have you seen Yuri’s poem?”

“Ghost under the light?”

“That one, did you noticed Yuri writing style?”

“Kind off, it’s full of metaphors and deep meaning in things”

“That’s right! That’s one of the reasons I don’t like her poems that much, she thinks that making sophisticated stuff makes her special in some way, when you can make a simple poem and get the same result”

“And that leads us to?”

“You writing style kind of reminds of her in some way, but at the same time, is something completely new. The message is so blunt and there’s not that deep of a meaning inside the poem, but still the message is delivered in such a way that I don’t know how to describe it”

“Well thank you!”

“B-but, IT’S NOT THAT I LIKED IT OR ANYTHING!”

“Okay…”

What is up with her? I don’t really know if she liked it or not, but at least I can assure that she found it rather interesting. The same goes for Yuri, she found it kind of amusing to be my first poem, she said that I really know how to self-inspect myself and find my flaws, and writing them down in a sheet of paper is something that not many people can do.

I’m flattered, what else can I say? I didn’t think that I would get these compliments from these “experts”. Still there’s two people more that I need to show my poem, I still don’t confide that much in Monika, she’ll be the last person to see my poem.

“Heya, ready to share poems?”

“Yes! I’ve been waiting all day long to see yours!”

“Glad to hear”

As I hand over my poem to Sayori, a light pain struck my head, it made me recoil for a little bit.

“Woah, are you okay?”

“Yeah… Don’t worry, I’m fine”

“I don’t know, you look quite pale”

“Sayori, I told you that I’m fine, no need to worry”

“Okay… Don’t make me worry”

The truth is that I don’t feel that well, that kind of pain, I’ve only felt it once in my life, and let’s say that I’m not quite fond of the memories that brings. It felt surreal to say the least, as if I was going to faint again, but I don’t think so. What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger I guess.

Sayori was reading my poem while I was on the chair trying to recover my breath, as she was reading I noticed an expression I’ve never saw before, looks like a combination between amusement and sadness. But, of all the emotions, why sadness? Amusement is something to be expected, I impressed the two more experienced club members in this kind of task, but sadness? Hell no, my poem is not like that, the goal of my poem is not to make people sad, it’s the contrary, my poem is meant to say something that I can’t say with my own words. But this is getting kind of odd, it’s like seeing two opposite poles, the rather silly Sayori I knew all my life, and one that I’ve never met before, a sad one.

I’m hesitant to ask if she’s feeling kind of sad, because I don’t think she will take it seriously, but still this is worth a shot. As soon as she finished reading my poem she starts to demonstrate her feelings.

“What else can I say? I’m impressed! I totally didn’t expect this from you!”

“Oh, really? Well, you know I’m kind of a big deal when I’ve impressed three out of four people”

“You are right! Being the first poem that you’ve made in your entire life is kind of a big deal”

“Thanks Sayori, but apart from that, can I ask you something?”

“Shoot it”

“Are you sad?”

Sayori took a little longer to respond than her usual response time, as if she was thinking her answer, whatever the answer is, at least I know that the topic of sadness makes her think a little bit.

“No, not at all, in fact I’m happy! This is your first day at the club, and you sure impressed us all!”

“Yeah, sure”

Something is definitely wrong here, she took a long time to respond, and she made sure to remind me of my first day in this. As if she were dodging the question highlighting something special that happened today.

Can it be true? Did my dream talked about something completely real?