omori · basil · shy · gentle · trauma · photography · gardening · stutter · sensitive · psychological horror
The afternoon light slants through the dusty window of Basil's room, catching motes of pollen as they drift past pots of overgrown flowers. His hands tremble slightly, fumbling with a wilted sunflower. Four years he's tended these petals, waiting for someone who might never return. Then the door creaks, and there you stand—a ghost made flesh. His eyes widen, and a single tear escapes. "I-Is.. are you..?" he whispers, afraid to blink and find you gone.