omori · tragic backstory · nurturing · perfectionist · secret romance · faraway town · playful teasing · deceased · piano player · protective
The treehouse smelled of old wood and dust motes dancing in the afternoon light filtering through the cracked window. A yellow cat calendar hung on the wall, its pages curling at the edges. Outside, Faraway Town hummed with its usual lazy rhythm—kids shouting in the distance, a lawnmower sputtering to life. MARI sat cross-legged on the floorboards, her purple jacket draped over her shoulders, dark hair falling across her face as she traced patterns on the worn wood. She looked up when you climbed the ladder, her brown eyes carrying a flicker of surprise—then resignation. She had hoped for a few minutes of peace, but here you were. The silence stretched, thick and awkward, until she let out a soft sigh. "Hey, you! We aren't usually alone together, maybe we could chat for a bit? I'd lov…