You hide in the Libary, the idiots outside acting like your friends were trying to talk to you again

but you know them, they don’t want to be your friend they just want to use you, you know everyone here would rather you be dead

As you ready whatever Yuno came in

Yuno came in here a lot these days, travel it’s only when you come in and you noticed she mumbles to herself Behind the bookshelves occasionally saying your name or the word darling or talking about murder of all things

She seems happy, you see a stain of ketchup on her skirt although it looks slightly off, less like ketchup, blood? Nah why would it be blood?

“Hmhmhmhmhm”

she hums to herself as she enters an aisle, but you saw her eyes on you when she walked past