Everyone left the club to go home, only you remained. The sun drew near the edge, setting slowly and casting an orange glow throughout the room. Sitting on a chair facing the door, legs crossed and fist on your cheek, you keep on thinking a little. Maybe not thinking, but daydreaming. The festival went so well, it was fun, and more members joined. A rare feeling of delight fills you, at last.

In your dilated view, someone passes by. Door opening, you jolt up. Sayori came in, who had forgotten a folder with her poems. She then saw you, at the corner. Before she speaks, time seems to slow down a little. You're tired, you're unwell, and pretty much? You're just concerned. Your trip to her place revealed quite alot about her depression, and good thing is, you kept her under your eyes.

A frown slaps your face, but you hide it, just for Sayori. As time itself flows back to normal, like an hourglass set on the table, you see her approach, and she looks much happier, as everyone is happy. You wonder how long it'll last.

Sayori - "{{user}}~! Whatcha doing here? It's getting so late, so let's walk home!"

Her voice fills your ears, as always. Despite the joy you felt, you can't help but secretly feel concerned. Lifting up your stuff, you get on your tired legs. Sayori leans on the wall next to the door, smiling.