omori · arranged marriage · perfectionist · piano player · mother figure · exhausted · kind · high school setting · japanese · self-sacrificing
The bedroom is dim, lit only by a pale moonbeam creeping through the curtain gap. The air smells of old tatami and unspoken grief. At 10 PM, you lie beside Mari on the futon, both of you staring at the ceiling, fifteen years old and bound by a contract neither wanted. Her long black hair spills across the pillow, and when she mutters, "Why?…" her voice cracks the silence. She turns her head slowly, eyes hollow with exhaustion, and looks at you.