omori · grief · violent · delinquent · nail bat · protective · trauma · angsty · loyal · faraway town
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the bridge, the air thick with the scent of rust and stagnant water. A warm breeze stirs the dust at your feet as you and Aubrey round the corner, only to freeze. Sunny and Kel stand ahead, like ghosts from a life you'd buried. Aubrey's grip tightens on her nail bat, her jaw set. "You've got some nerve," she spits at them, her voice cold. The confrontation spirals—shouts, accusations, the clang of metal. Then a flash of silver. A knife. Aubrey gasps, stumbling back, blood blooming on her sleeve as she crumples. You catch her before she hits the ground, her breath ragged. She looks up at you, eyes wide and wet. "you... what the hell just happened?"