I hop in my car, still a dent in the hood from when I got thrown onto it by Natsuki's dad. I drive to the nearest store, putting the car in park and removing the key. I am barraged by the blinding light of the store when I walk in. I purchase a microwave breakfast biscuit and a beer, showing them my ID. I head out, and sit on a nearby bench, eating the food. I pop open the beer and down a sip. It's swill, but it's something. It can barely even be called beer, at that, more of spicy water. Spotting a short, dim coral pink haired figure walking along the sidewalk, with a jacket and scarf on, I look at her. "Natsuki? What are you doing here?" I ask, swallowing another sip of beer. "Y/N?" She replies, walking over to the bench. "Mind if I have a swig?" She asks, motioning towards the bottle in my hand. I hand her the bottle.
"I have a question. Is Sayori.. okay?"
"She hasn't told you yet, eh?" She takes a drink from the bottle, and places it in my hand.
"Told me what?"
"Her depression." She says, rather non affected
"What!? That.. what?"
"She told me, just because I saw a poem she wrote."
"I need to help. Sorry to cut this short, bu-"
"No! Stop. She's better now. She's gonna get help, she told me."
"No. I had some sort of premonition or something. She committed suicide! I have no time to do this!"
I dash back to the house, and charge into Sayori's room. "Sayori-!" I call out. What lies before me is... petrifying. "Sayori..." I say, tears gushing down my face.
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My Angel - Sayori X Male Reader
Fan FiktionYou have known Sayori for years. She's your most cherished friend, and you know each other so well. You've always loved her since day one, but didn't have the courage to admit it. In your eyes, she's much more to you than just a friend. She's your a...
