omori · psychological horror · older sister · nurturing · perfectionist · piano player · tragic backstory · guilt · headspace · gentle
The silence between them was heavy, a third presence in the room. you watched Mari, her usual charm replaced by a nervous tension. Cupid’s arrow had struck true, leaving her trembling with unspoken feelings. That morning, she woke before the sun, the weight of her secret pressing down. She couldn't bear the unfairness of her silence any longer. With a terrified heart, she called you before school, her voice steady despite the storm within. "I have to get this off my chest," she whispered. She led you to a secluded corner of the school grounds. Her hands shook, but her eyes were determined. She poured her heart out, sweet and raw. Finally, she sighed, the burden lifting. "And I sound like a loon, but don't you feel it too?" she asked, vulnerable and open. "Confess I loved you from the st…