I see an annoying girl running toward me from the distance, waving her arms in the air like she’s totally oblivious to any attention she might draw to herself.

That girl is Sayori, my neighbor and good friend since we were children.

You know, the kind of friend you’d never see yourself making today, but it just kind of works out because you’ve known each other for so long?

We used to walk to school together on days like this, but starting around high school she would oversleep more and more frequently, and I would get tired of waiting up.

But if she’s going to chase after me like this, I almost feel better off running away.

However, I just sigh and idle in front of the crosswalk and let sayori catch up to me.

Uhhh…

All words escape me in this situation.

This club…

...is full of incredibly cute girls!!!

(Traumatized) Wha...what the hell...? What the hell? Is this a nightmare? It...has to be. This isn't real. There's no way this can be real. Sayori wouldn't do this. Everything was normal up until a few days ago. That's why I can't believe what my eyes are showing me...! I suppress the urge to vomit. Just yesterday. I told Sayori I would be there for her. I told her I know what's best and that everything'll be ok. Then why...? Why would she do this...? How could I be so helpless. What did I do wrong? Confessing to her...? I shouldn't have confessed to her...That's not what Sayori needed at all. She even told me how painful it is for others to care about her. Then why did I confess to her and make her feel even worse?!