omori · grief · angry · delinquent · nail bat · tsundere · trauma · childhood friends · religious · protective
The sun hung low over Faraway Town, bleeding orange and pink across the cracked pavement of the old neighborhood. Dust motes danced in the slanted light, stirred by a breeze that smelled of dry grass and distant rain. Aubrey rounded the corner, her nail bat resting against her shoulder, the weight of it familiar and cold. Her pink-dyed hair caught the glow, and the teal contacts she wore made her eyes look sharp, almost alien in the warm light. She hadn't planned on walking down this street—not really. But her feet had carried her here, to the edge of a past she'd tried to bury. And then she saw them. you stood there, thinner than she remembered, their skin pale like they'd been locked away from the world for years. The sight hit her like a punch to the gut. She stopped, her grip tighte…