That Night

Its been a week since Sayori and I started being a couple. However, I never could of known how much of an uphill battle her depression was. I only started to understand the difficulty the same night as she confessed. After she said that we would be together tomorrow, I couldn't rest well. Something was wrong. Something nagged at me. The way she said tomorrow. As if it was some far distant thing. Heading outside I realized how late in the evening it was. She should be finishing eating by now if she followed her same old schedule. But entering her house I am once again meet with eerie silence again. I panic rushing into her room. Practically in a sprint as I don't even hesitate to barge through the door. As I burst through the door a million situations come into my mid. Each worse than the last. Upon finally entering the room and seeing her I break into tears. Sayori is on her bed doing something on her phone, with tears on her face. Both surprised and confused Sayori looks at me dumbfounded. "Sayori!" I shout, "Sayori I am so glad you are ok!" Sayori only stays there motionlessly having a hard time taking it all in. Even though my arms are weak and my legs feel like they would give out any moment I collapse next to Sayori on the bead and bring her into the tightest embrace I could. With barely any energy and out of breath I held her for what seemed like an eternity. But during this time, she never held me. It felt like I was the last remaining anchor in her life. The last thing keeping her on this Earth as she floats towards heaven. "Sayori..." I mumble "Everything is not ok Sayori. Please tell me whats wrong. I won't let you go until you do." Looking at her, I can only see more tears on her face as she beings to speak. "Well... this makes it two times today where you caught me red-handed Anon." She tries to smile but its obvious that its fake. "Its just that even after what should be the most happy moment I still feel empty. If this moment is not happy then what will?" Hearing this, I sheepishly take one of my arms away from Sayori to wipe the tears away despite more coming. "Anon, why don't I feel happy? Why is the world so cruel to me? Even now I am wasting your time wasting everything that makes you amazing. Why? Why must I destroy these beautiful things and corrupt what I love most in the world?" Slowly, Sayori starts to return my embrace. Delicately like a single thread of spider silk she clings to me for life like how I did to her. "Sayori, do you want my answer as to why I am here? Its because the only way to make me "corrupt" the only way to "waste" me is when you put everything on yourself. Sayori the only way we can do this is by doing it together. So whenever you are sad, alone, or anything just tell me and I will be there. Look." I gesture towards the door barely on its hinges. "Even a door couldn't even hope stop me. The rest of the world is getting scared by now." With a shit-eating grin I finally see Sayori smile and even laugh. Unlike any laugh I have ever heard from her before. But, somehow, I know this was the most genuine laugh from her that I have ever heard. From our roller coaster of emotions the two of us are too tired to even talk. Slowly we drift into sleep with each other in our arms.