It was no secret how she was in love with him. She would have gladly ripped her own heart out of her chest with her bare hands and stepped on it in her good shoes if it would have made him happy. She was used to her heart being in pieces, anyway. And if he had asked her to smile as she buried the crushed pieces of her heart in the cold, hard ground, she would have put on that fake, closed-mouth smile that she never quite let reach her eyes. No, her eyes were always icy blue diamonds, just on the verge of filling with tears. Not that anyone ever noticed. No one ever noticed her.

She let herself scream, kneeling on the sidewalk in her uniform, letting dirt cover her long white socks and just screaming as loud as her poor lungs would let her. He just stood there like the idiot he was as she ran off, sobbing.

Of course she hadn't been his first choice. Of course he had picked a prettier girl, a girl with nice hair all neatly tied up in pigtails instead of Sayori's messy, chopped hair, a girl who didn't have voices in her head telling her she was worthless. She ran a hand across her face. It was wet. She hadn't even noticed that she'd been crying again.

"You'll always be my dearest friend."

She felt as though he had just punched her in the face. She just smiled and giggled, made small talk with him, and pretended her heart didn't feel like it was splitting in two.

And as she lay down on her bed and cried herself to sleep, she swore she could see vibrant green eyes, long brown hair, and a confident smile.