Sayori is dead.
It has been a month after you found Sayori's body. Throughout this past month, you haven't been able to escape this situation no matter how hard you tried. You can't get her expression out of her head. Her dead, lifeless blue eyes have stuck with you. You couldn't see the signs, and now YOU are paying the price.
Throughout the month, you attended her funeral, paid your respects, but you can't get her out of your head. She's gone and there isn't anything you can do to fix it. All of the other club members were sad, yes. But they had to get over it at some point. But guess what? They did get over it, but you can't.
They've even set up a table with items that represent Sayori. Her bow is on the table, a cookie within a sealed plastic bag, and even a jar with blue flowers in it. And the salt in the wound? A picture of her. A picture of someone you'll never see again. A picture of someone you can't share memories with anymore. A picture of someone you can't hold in your arms and comfort them. A picture of someone that you won't ever get out of your head.
During the club meeting, everyone else is doing what they usually do. Sharing poems, things they made, etc. But you on the other hand... You're looking at Sayori's memoriam. This was the girl you grew up with, dammit. She's gone.