:purple_heart: Yuri’s Diary-a short story~ :purple_heart:

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This is a random short story I wrote a while a ago about an AU where the festival actually happens lol

Anyways, this is just Yuri writing about how she felt while presenting her poem. (I used a poem I write for her as well)

Without further ado, here we go~

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Dear Diary

Today was the day of the festival. It was quite frightening, my heart was pounding out of my chest all day. It worsened when Monika called out to me.

“Yuri, it’s your turn!” Monika waved to me and pointed toward the stage as she walked off. My heart fluttered and my throat closed, choking me with dread. I wish I hadn’t agreed to this. I cannot comprehend how people can be comfortable speaking their unfiltered mind aloud, let alone in front of a cluster of prying eyes. Monika had just finished reciting her poem on stage. She spoke so clearly and confidently, announcing every word perfectly. It felt more like she was performing than reading words off paper. “H-how am I supposed to follow that?” I stuttered to Monika as she approached me.

“Don’t be silly, you’ll do fine! Now don’t keep them waiting!” Monika said smiling, prodding me towards the stairs.

“I-I’m not sure if I can do this-“ I looked down and I noticed my legs were trembling uncontrollably.

“Don’t worry Yuri, you’ll be great!”

Sayori came up behind me and squeezed me, burrowing her face in my back.

“Ah-!” I jumped a bit, startled.

“I just wanted to give you a good luck hug!” Sayori’s words were muffled, “I’m sure you’ll feel better once you get up there!” Though I’m not used to touch, Sayori’s firm grip on me was strangely comforting. I smiled a bit, but my anxiety fought it back as quick as it appeared.

I whimpered, “I’m not sure if I-“

“Now go on! The stage is calling you!” Sayori let her arms fall back to her sides, and my minuscule feeling of comfort vanished.

Anxiety erupted inside me as I reached for my poem in my blazer pocket. The sweat in my clammy hands seeped into the paper, smudging some of the ink. I walked toward the stage stairs. I quickly took one last glance at my friends before walking on stage, hoping for any drop of encouragement.

Sayori was waving and gave me a thumbs up. Monika was smiling and pointed at the microphone in the center of the stage. I muster up as much courage as I could find and walked on stage.

With each step I took towards the microphone, my heart rate quickened and my stomach dropped deeper. It felt like my feet were sinking into the ground, holding me down. each stride I took, it strengthening it’s grip upon me. After what felt like ages I finally finished my trek to the spotlight. Yet another wave of dread washed over me. I tightly gripped my poem, almost tearing it.

A hush goes over the mob of bodies, as they silence their conversations and turn towards me. What felt like millions of eyes were piercing me, scanning my every being, looking through me. I close my eyes, swallowing the large lump forming in my throat and deeply inhale, attempting to seize my angst. I open my eyes and yet again faced with the unease I felt.

Despite these feelings, I had a task to accomplish. It wasn’t just me that fault would fall upon, but my companions as well. I took another sharpe inhale, closed my eyes and spoke.

“T-the poem I will be citing today is that of my o-own creation.” I stopped to catch my breath.

“I do s-sincerely hope you enjoy it…” I scan the room for a familiar face. I spot Monika at the back of the room, looking right back at me. She smiled and mouthed something to me. “O-oh, and please, sign up for our club, t-thank you!” I squeezed my eyes shut. I can do this. Do this, for the club , if not for yourself. I take one last deep breath and begin to read.

-warning- the poem that I used may be slightly disturbing and triggering for some people

“The feeling of Euphoria.

I am addicted.

I crave this feeling of intoxication.

The cold, lustrous carver

I grab with my trembling hand.

I squeeze it tight

Like a child to a guardian’s hand.

It’s guided towards

The smooth untouched flesh of myself.

I press the blade against it

slowly separating the skin.

Thick warm plasma bubbles to the surface

Of my cold shaking arm,

Pooling in the newly formed crevasse.

The blade pushes forward

Further elongating the path of euphoria.

This feeling is engraved in me permanently.

I am submerged in a sea of ecstasy

Drowning in exhilarating bliss.

This is the feeling that captivates me.

Feeling I can only achieve

in the split second

The surface of myself separates

Exposing the crimson elixir.

But that feeling I yearn for

Is rapidly washed over with the

ominous, overpowering, impenetrable,

feeling of pure

Darkness.

I am shot into the endless void

Of unclouded self hatred,

That can only be undone by

The feeling

of Euphoria”

As I finished, I was slowly brought back to reality. I opened my eyes, realizing I hadn’t even read the paper. The audience was silent, as if in shock. Blood flushed to my face. Had I gone overboard? Did they hate my writing? I scan the crowd for something to hopefully prove my thoughts wrong.

I spot Sayori. Her eyes were widened, and jaw was unhinged in disbelief. When our eyes met she shook her head yelled “Way to go yuri! Amazing!” She began to clap loudly. And if being released from a trance, the crowd began to applaud. Several people even whistled and hallard. I was filled with joy.

I quickly make my way of stage, my cheeks glowing crimson.

“You did amazing!” Sayori said as she skipped towards me, smiling.

“I really didn’t…”

“No, you were great!” A framliar voice said from behind me. I turn around in surprise to see Anon. He smiled. “You really are amazing Yuri.” He lifted his hand to his head and scratched his head in anxiety. Blood flushed to my cheeks yet again.

“A-ah thank you…”

“Yeah, you did pretty good for a show off!” Natsuki appeared out of the crowd behind Anon. She snickered playfully, with her hands on her hips.

Everyone really did like my writing.

I am happy.

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