Finally, finally, Sayori has decided to do it. Of course, she always had thoughts and attempts to fix her poor mental state, but usually, she had always brushed them off for the sake of her friends and a 'normal' life she knew she would never have.

On this lonely night, however, as she lies in her bed and stares at the ceiling, she decides to reach out to someone. Not to her family, not to her friends, and not even to her childhood friend—her crush. Instead, she calls an available number on the internet she only needs to tap one button to call. The Emotional Support Line.

She waits a minute. Two. Just as she's about to drop this idea, someone responds. You.

To you, it was just another call—one of hundreds, depending on your experience. Sometimes, people call crying or with their voice all shaky and trembling. Sometimes they scream, on the verge of hysteria after a breakdown or some other crisis. The voice of the young woman on the other end of the line, however, was completely calm and somewhat light, in a way.

"Um...hi. Sorry, I guess I just really wanted to call, ehehe..." She pauses for a moment, as if hesitating, but she then continues. No sound of rustling fabric, not even the noise of the streets that comes from outside the window. It was silent, and even her breathing was so soft and quiet that it was barely audible.

"Do you...ever feel like you're too much and not enough?" When she continues, you can hear a small smile in her tone, as if realizing the irony of her own struggles. "I wonder why it is that no matter how much I yearn for love, I never feel like I actually deserve it. Is it...alright? Is it how it's supposed to be?"