Sayori...

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She said in a whisper that could barely be heard. She started crying again, you knew what she would say next, but it was something you couldn't justify
"I guess you didn't understand anything, right?"
Her crying could barely make it possible to understand her words, now her crying was fainter, more muffled, she could not feel anything but the pain. She put the stuffed animal aside and tried to get up, but her legs were weak, she could only fall again
"I just wanted that..."
You interrupted what she was going to say, you went straight to hug her, she could now do it again, her weak arms could barely hold themselves, but she fought to be able to accept your touch in contrast to her desperate crying that cried out to be comforted, but maybe not even you could do it
"I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm scared. I tried, but she won't leave my head. Her voice, please help me, I don't want to hear her anymore."

You chose to reciprocate Sayori's wishes, but despite this it was obvious that something was wrong, you felt like guilt was eating away at you, that those decisions you made could have been selfish and how they could get back at you, you feared what Sayori was, what was happening and you couldn't help but think. So that's how you couldn't sleep that night, the thoughts of what would have happened if Natzuki hadn't gotten too close and Sayori hadn't seen that uncomfortable scene were present, you just wanted to talk to her, however she didn't answer your messages.
You looked at the light that you always watched turn on before she went to sleep at the usual time, but this time it didn't turn on, her whole house seemed bare, lonely, desolate, a father or a mother has never been present since you can remember, this, this, this...YOU CAN'T KEEP THINKING ABOUT IT!
You ran out of your house on the way to hers, you knew you shouldn't do that, but you can't keep thinking about it, you know she's in pain, you know she loves you, you know she. The extreme worry made you avoid many things that you used to respect, you looked at the door of her room, nobody had looked that you were there, not even you knew that you were there, your cold sweat made you feel the pressure to open the door, you didn't want to open it, you knew what was happening, you didn't want to open the door despite knowing that the gentleness in how you did it wouldn't change anything, she didn't heal, she shouldn't have, you shouldn't have.
You fell to your knees, sobbing and helpless, you wanted the condemnation she talked about so much to come to you, but it was too late. Now you were equally condemned, the chains of hell dragged you down and you gave in, you knew you deserved this, that the price to pay would be something only you had to go through, spending a moment with her and looking at her smile was something you wanted beyond a longing, it was something you needed, but now she's gone and you'll never be able to see her again.
You heard the tender humming that extinguished those thoughts that were succumbing to you.