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You're such a dummy, Sayori.
I know that I've called you that way too much. I know I've always gone way too far picking on you, and that I'm a huge asshole.
But this time you actually deserve it.
I know you. You always wanted to help everyone else. You loved seeing other people smile. You must have thought we'd all be better off without you— that somehow we'd be happier.
You were wrong.
So so so so SO wrong.
Did you know there's something called suicide contagion? Apparently, when somebody has a friend or family member who takes their own life, the odds of them doing the same thing skyrocket. Especially if they're already dealing with mental health stuff.
Yuri is gone. Apparently she'd been struggling for a long time, but none of us realized.
She really looked up to you, y'know— How well you could communicate with people, and put them at ease. How you could always smile. Even if those smiles were apparently fake.
Monika disbanded the club. She can't handle being near the club room, or seeing me or Nat.
She doesn't speak to us, and she avoids eye contact whenever either of us run into her in the hallway, or in the councillor's office. It really hurts. I get that seeing us must remind her of you and Yuri, but I really wish we could all grieve together.
Natsuki isn't doing well either. I guess nobody who knew you is doing well, but you know what I mean. At first she was hostile, lashing out at everyone. She blew up really bad at Yuri and me the day before Yuri… followed you. Nat definitely blames herself. Yuri didn't leave a note either, so there's nothing concrete to disprove her with.
After that, she just kind of shut down. Most of the time she just kinda stares at the wall, but it's like she's looking past it— not at it. We talk sometimes, and see the councillor together once in a while, but she's not the same.
I don't think I'm the same either.
Nothing is the same without you, Sayori.
I miss you.
I love you.
-Your dearest friend