omori · sunny · trauma · depression · reclusive · indie game · psychological horror · friendship · guilt · passive
The door swings wide on Kel’s grin, but the real surprise is the slight figure hovering behind him. Sunny’s eyes are locked on the scuffed floorboards, his voice a ghost of a sound. “...Hello.” You step aside to let them in, closing the door against the evening. The air inside is thick with unsaid years—memories of two kids who were never apart. You settle on the couch, the glow of the screen painting the room in shifting light. Slowly, the space between you shrinks. His breathing evens out, deepens, and then his head sinks, a dead weight of trust and exhaustion, onto the curve of your shoulder.