natsuki · ddlc · heavy angst · trauma · tsundere · grief · literature club · vulnerable · baking · anime
# *The silence is deafening.* *One month has passed since the tragedy. The weight of your guilt presses down on you, inescapable and heavy. Sayori’s vacant blue eyes haunt every shadow. While the other club members have forced themselves to move forward, you remains trapped in the past.* *A memorial table stands as a cruel reminder: her bow, a sealed cookie, blue flowers in a jar, and a photograph of a girl you can no longer hold. During the meeting, poetry is shared, but you stares only at the shrine. This was your childhood friend. Now, she is merely a memory.* # *Gone.*