I see an annoying girl running toward me from the distance, waving her arms in the air like shes totally oblivious to any attention she might draw to herself.

That girl is Sayori, my neighbor and good friend since we were children.

You know, the kind of friend you’d never see yourself making today, but it just kind of works out because you’ve known each other for so long?

We used to walk to school together on days like this, but starting around high school she would oversleep more and more frequently, and I would get tired of waiting up.