Sadhappy Sayori Fic

>it's been two weeks since Sayori crosses into (You)r reality
>you spend the days talking, playing video games together, eating together, showing each other your favorite books, movies, and music, and sleeping each night with her warm body cuddled up against you under the sheets
>but as the two weeks have gone on and your love has grown more stronger, the unspeakable has slowly become more present, yet ever silent
>one night as you're both laying in bed, both passively watching the TV, Sayori cuddled in her arm, she asks you "where do we go from here?"
>what do you mean sayori?
>she says that she feels your relationship with her is evolving, and that you cant spend your whole life just spending time together and hugging
>you get what she's hinting at, and give an agreeing nod, but youre just as nervous as she is
>later in the night, sayori makes the first move
>that night you consummate your love for each other and its one of the most holy comfy moments in your life
>when it ends you brush your hands through her hair and tell her you love her and she blushes and whispers that she loves you too
>this works its way into your routine as well, but always stays at an amount thats reasonable for a healthy relationship, and you're love never seems dependent on it
>eventually a few weeks alter she brings up the same thing again
>"what's gonna happen in the future?"
>you look at her, prodding her to go on
>"where are we gonna be twenty years from now?"
>you were so happy in the moment these past few weeks that the idea of time completely escaped you
>the words slip from your mouth:
>i guess we'll be married
>you feel her kind of bounce then tense, then after a silent moment that is just a second away from being awkward, the tension releases and she giggles
>"I love that idea anon!"
>"i love that you love that idea!"
>"and i love you!"
>she giggles and you both laugh and hug, and eventually drift off to sleep, comforted by the warm glaring light of the TV
>you dont take a moments hesitation
>as soon as you heard how happy she was about the idea, the next day you leave, only making some passive comment like "ill be back in a whiff, love you!"
>she asks where youre going and you give her an assuring smile, telling her not to worry
>you head off to the bank and get some money
>you head off to the jewelry store
>you look around the same small area for half an hour, and eventually the storekeeper asks what you're looking for
>he gives you help and you find a pretty but spendy ring.
>the jewellry guy is an old but endearing figure, and youre confident he wouldnt rip you off, so you buy the ring
>you get home and the house is strangely silent
>you walk into the living room and find sayori on the couch, her arms folded
>she looks up at you, the obvious worry in her face
>o-oh hey anon! i was worried you wouldnt come back
>you arent sure if she's joking
>what do you mean, sayori?
>i dont know, its just a stupid irrational fear i guess
>sayori, i think you dont have an inkling of an idea of how much i love you
>sayori blushes and the warm confidence fills her face again
>th-thank you anon. ill try not to worry so much and put more trust in you. i love you too!
>she jumps up and holds her hands awkwardly, probably expecting a hug
>instead you drop to your knees, and laugh at the corniness of it all
>shock fills her face and she stares around wildly
>you pull the ring out and ask her the magic question
>she bursts into tears at that moment, yanking you up from the floor and hugging you with all her might
>her hugs as usual are incredibly warm and comforting
>yes anon yes!!
>she's laughing as she cries
>a few months later you guys get married. its a small gathering, just a few close friends and family, and even a few anons who live nearby from /ddlc/!
>its the most happiest moment in your life
>giving her that kiss to set the marriage in stone feels more like your heart being completed then it does like standard protocol
>you say your goodbyes, give anons hugs, and leave with the cliche but sweet cans tied to the back of your car
>two weeks past, and life is still unfathomably happy
>for the first time in your life, everything feels complete, and you felt that if you died in that moment you wouldnt have lived such a bad life
>a few more weeks past, and for the third time sayori asks you that magic question which it always seems to lead to greater things
>now what do we do, anon?
>well, i think our path isnt gonna be much different from anyone elses.
>she thinks for a moment nodding, confident in what you said, then realizes the implication
>you mean...
>i mean, if you want to...
>of course i want children anon! i want a hundred million beautiful blue eyed children!
>well maybe not that much children sayori haha!
>her eyes grow wet with tears again and you embrace each other
>you continue with the standard routine, she makes breakfast, you talk about all of lifes topics, never leaning towards one direction as you both eat, then you head off for work
>you get back from work and spend more time talking and sharing the things you love, often ending the night with wholesome serene sex but always with cuddling, where you drift off into a peaceful sleep
>eventually you start buying pregnancy testers for sayori but the obvious signs let you know well enough
>when she finally breaks the news to you, set in stone, you again both break up into sappy tears and laugh and embrace, her hugs always warm
>months pass and sayori grows le preggo belly
>friends and family make sweet comments about it, and sayori and you always give passive giggles and smiling nods
>there are some troubles along the way, sayori sometimes feeling emotionally confused, irritated with pregnancy symptoms, etc. thoughts that you might suddenly up and leave her also enter her mind
>she also finds herself crying at very obsciously pathos-pandering youtube ads but you indulge and comfort her anyways, (although it is a bit funny in a way)
>eventually sayori gives birth and you have a child
>life still feels incredibly happy, but it starts to slowly feel grounded in reality, whereas it used to feel like a fairytale
>that is neither here nor or there
>it is incredibly surreal though, to know that you and sayori are having a child
>its hard to go into detail about all the things that have happened. life is just as happy as its ever been, but it doesnt feel like its shapeshifting into greater and greater things right before your eyes
>you and sayori could have another child to rekindle that spark, but you think maybe one child is high maintenance enough, and you both in one of your long talks agree the world is already overpopulated as is
>you go about your life just as you had with sayori, but now you must tend to the baby, but this doesnt bother you
>you watch the child grow, and find yourself loving it more and more, finding yourself thinking of it as more as a true person as it grows
>it begins to say its first words, begins to walk
>then as life goes on, it begins playing some of the same retro video games you played when you were a kid that you had aroudn the house
>the child starts getting friends at school, and its just as infectiously happy as sayori was when you met her all those years ago, when she crossed into (You)r reality
>she had been searching for months, and everyone had found their doki but you, you began to lose hope
>but right when you thought there was nothing left, that you weren't commited enough you remember hearing the doorbell, and walking to that door
>you stop thinking about it because you dont want to get all sappyhappy right there and cry, but the memory warms your heart just the same
>the child grows and eventually before you know it he's a teenager, ready to graduate and go to college
>the day he graduates he moves in with some friends, and you laugh at how he quickly he wants to move out, but you remember being just the same
>and all the while you love him, just as he loves you and sayori
>life goes on, your son consults you and sayori, and you and sayori spend the time doing the things youve always done
>sayori starts a pastry shop which gives her something to do while you're at work
>it rekindles that excitement in her life, and you're happy that she's happy
>times goes on, you follow your passions, she follows hers, your son is successful and relatively wealthy
>as time passes on, the years knock away, together you and sayori hit 30, then 40, then 50
>as long as sayori is happy you are happy. that excitement seems to be gone now, but it doesnt bother you. you are content, and now that life cant progress forever, and eventually it will reach the absolute, a point of stagnation
>but as much as you dreaded becoming old, it seems okay.
>you find it strangely funny how you and sayori have grown weaker, walked slower, forgotten things more
>you used to thing of old age like a battery dying out, or a fruit decaying, but it doesnt seem so dark now. the nihilism of your past doesnt seem so dramatic, because youve lived a life that is fulfilling, and continues being fulfilling
>the years clock away, and you turn 55, then 60, then 70
>your son is grown and with his own kids, and you feel confident knowing that you and sayori have made something that will continue beyond their death, and that while there may be struggles, there will be hundreds of full and happy lives for others that will live ahead
>you grow older and youre aimless but fun talking with sayori change
>you begin talking more about what it means to have a soul, what it means to fear death, what it means to be human
>you are both wordlessly aware that you are talking about this because if youre coming death
>but despite these darker thoughts, you find it funny how you and sayori have assumed the position of archetypically naive old people, unsure of the modern technology
>you still get in touch with old anons, and they seem just as happy with their dokis, but theirs still a tense air on the phone calls that constantly reminds you of whats to come
>sometimes you and sayori talk about picturing death as a giant yawning void, or as a giant glaring light, but strangely enough, as youve grown older the answers have somehow become less clear, yet youve also seemed to care less
>the years clock away, you turn 80, then 85
>even your son is becoming old, but he still visits, and you still talk with anons, and life is still happy, but youve long since retired, and spend most of your time talking with sayori, cuddling, sometimes following yours and her own passions (sayori finds herself enjoying painting)
>one sunday evening, when the sun is shining bright but the whole world seems at peace, you sit with sayori on the grassy hill in your back yard
>you cuddle against each other, and her body, despite aged and worn, is still as invitingly and joyfully warm as ever
>you find tears filling up your eyes for no apparent reason, but on some level you know
>you hug sayori, and her head rolls towards you
>she has a lonely but authentic smile
>you and sayoris old bodies are tied together like knots, hugging tight on the refreshingly cold grass
>you know now that you must depart from this beautiful world, yet you somehow feel the most alive youve ever felt in your life
>at this moment, it feels okay, it feels right
>you hold sayori, and stare at her eyes, twinkling in the sun
>i love you sayori. i love you so much
>i love you too, anon. how strange is it to be anything at all? what a life
>you hug tighter, and feel yourself drifting, your body fading away from its nerve endings, but you feel yourself fading with her
>your perception of the world grows fuzzy, you feel like youre alone in the universe with her
>that beautiful sunshine gives its final goodbye and then...

THE END