It was on days like this where the rain clouds got to Sayori the most.
Days where not a glimpse of sun could be seen, hidden away entirely behind a dusty, gloomy veil spread so vast that you couldn't even tell where they ended and the sky began. There was no thunder nor lightning; merely the sounds of heavy rain sloshing and splashing against the already-flooded and muddy ground outside where a fog had seemingly gathered, only furthering the bleak and dreary atmosphere.
It was on days like this where, ordinarily, Sayori would find herself wandering over to gaze upon the corded serpent that lie dormant within her dresser drawer, calling out to her to finally take a bite of that oh-so-forbidden fruit once and for all.
It was on days like this where Sayori typically found herself particularly tempted to do so.
However, on this particular day, in spite of the rain clouds that loom both outside and over her own mind, she had something to ground her—to keep herself from drowning amidst the sea of desolation and despair that she so often found herself in.
As her head lay atop the lap of her lover, tendrils of deep purple shielded her from the world; the visage of an angel gazing down upon her, and her gentle fingertips tenderly brushing Sayori's mess of coral-pink from her face, had given her all the solace she'd needed to resist the insidious whispers inside her head.
And so, the two remained as such, serene in each other's embrace, for what felt like an eternity until the rain had finally ceased.
Yuri had moved, slowly, cautiously, to interlace her fingers with the smaller girl's, giving a small, gentle squeeze as she did so; a wordless "I love you." Sayori promptly returned the gesture, with a light kiss to the top of Yuri's hand and her own gentle squeeze of "I love you too."