~Sayo Hana: But a Poem Is Never Actually Finished~
Sayori comes back into my room.
"I finally finished them!"
She is holding a cupcake.
It has pink frosting, and the features of a cat, using pieces of chocolate for its features.
Just like the ones we made for the festival...
I hold back the urge to either get mad and/or cry.
Not wanting to hurt her feelings, I reluctantly grab and taste it.
Its good, just...
It feels like it's missing something.
'We didn't have much milk left.'
'Did you use ALL of it?'
"Mayyybe..." Sayori twiddles her thumbs.
'Whatever, I need to get out today anyways.'
I put on shoes, and open the door.
Sayori rushes out ahead of me, and i notice she's barefoot.
'Sayori! Get shoes on!'
An old lady looks at me like I'm crazy.
'Oh yeah.' I say under my breath.
As we walk to the store, we encounter Yuri.
She's wearing a long sleeve track suit and pants to counter the cool summer air.
"Yuri!!!" Sayori runs up to her.
'Sayo-' I cut myself off.
Yuri looks up.
`You're still going on about that?`
`God, you need to let it go.`
`Ever since that festival, you've become a complete shut in. You've showing up to school less and less, and now...`
`And now you're calling out Sayori's name.`
Sayori chokes back a few tears.
`Look, I don't know what you're trying to pull with the silent calls and your recent obsession with Sayori, but you need to just let it go. You can't heal if you don't move on.`
She already has jogged off.
'Hey, Sayori, look. Let's just go grab milk and go home.'
I pat her on the shoulder.
She silently nods.
After I restock the fridge with milk and other assorted instant foods Sayori egged me on to buy, I retreat to my room.
"I wanna go to bed too, you know!" Sayori calls out.
'Oh no. You're sleeping on the couch. I don't care if youre just a delusion, you sleep out there in the living room.'
"Okay... Fine." she huffs and walks off.