Holy shiitu this is sad AF. Well, you knew what you signed up for when you clicked on this page.

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WARNING: Contains suicide. If that disturbs you in any way, then please leave. This might not be for you. Thank you :)

"Sayori?" I call out, my hands trembling as I reach for the knob. Minding my manners, I instead knock on the door.

It's been strange. She had been far too quiet lately; a lot different than who she used to be. Distant.

That's why I came here, to check in on her and to see if she was alright.

When I saw that note, I knew...

"Hello?" I rapped on the door again, but...to no answer. Maybe she wasn't home, yet? Maybe I shouldn't be here at a time like this...I might be invading her privacy otherwise.

And, yet. Somehow I knew.

When I pushed the door open, it was like my insides had just turned in inside out. It churned when I looked at the sight before me; unbelievably real and yet so surreal it took me a moment to actually process exactly what I was seeing.

A noose was wrapped around Sayori's neck. Her body had glitched for a second, and then flicked back into a corpse. It was completely silent; the only sounds were the swoosh of her body every now and then. Her window was still slightly open; the curtains swaying back and forth in the background.

And her face...

Oh god, her face.

Now that I could see her clearly, I resisted the urge to scream, to cry, to anything.

It was like staring back at a dead goldfish. Her eyes were empty and dull; staring into mine. I felt myself regurgitate; the metallic taste of blood spurted out of my mouth. I can't bear to look at her; just the sight alone of someone who just smiled the other day at me, who joked with me whenever I felt sad, who told stories just for laughs, who was now dead unsettled me to my very stomach.

God, who did this?

Why wasn't I there for her more? I knew I was avoiding her lately these days; spending most of my time with the other members of the Doki Doki Literature Club. I should've recognized those tell-tale signs when she looked away, when her smile faltered for just a moment. When she faked her happiness just for me to be with the other girls. I wish I could've done something just to be by her side again just like the old days when we were a lot younger and a lot closer.

I'm sorry, Sayori.

Sayonara.