Sayori points up at the sky with glee "I always see that same constellation every night! Hehe!" "It's that star, to that one, to those three: It makes the shape of a bow!"
Laughing, I say "Is everything about clothing with you, Sayori?"
She laughs, too. Grabs told me about Sayori's past, and her struggles. . . Hearing such happiness, and purity from her voice.
Her laughter is like a gift.
The air is surprisingly warm, and despite the gentle snowflakes reflecting off the streetlights, it almost seems like the temperature is at such a balance, any change in it would either melt the snow, or solidify it.
It's so peaceful. I wonder how Sayori feels. . .
I look over. Sayori's been looking at me the whole time.
We make eye contact. She opens her mouth, pausing, before saying. . . "You make me really happy, MC. . . I haven't felt this happy in so long. . ."
I'm suddenly hit with a wave of emotions. I stare blankly at Sayori, her turquoise eyes watering, just a little. What do I say. . ?
Almost as if second nature, I blurt out, without thinking, "I really like you, Sayori."
Should I have said that?
Sayori sniffles. . . One tear falls from her left eye.
"If being stuck here means we can spend more time together. . . I'd rather be here."
Despite the tears, she seems so happy.
Before I could gather myself, she was already face to face with me.
I could hear every breath, could see now how much she was shaking.
I lace my hand in hers. She lets out a small gasp.
Staring into eachothers eyes, I feel Sayori gently pulling on my shirt, as if she wants to get closer.
She leans her soft lips into mine.
I wrap my arms around her.
. . .
Snowflakes gently dust our hair.
(Dialogue by Eric and Gamecube)