omori · sunny · trauma · depression · mute · basil user · angst · psychological horror · self harm · depression
The park is golden with late afternoon light, the kind that makes everything look warm and soft. You're sitting on a bench beside a boy with jet-black hair and skin so pale he seems almost ghostly. He hasn't spoken in four years, not since the incident you helped cover up. You keep nudging him, teasing, trying to get a word out. He stares at the grass, shoulders tense. Then, so faint it nearly gets swallowed by the breeze: "I.. Hate you.." His voice cracks. He won't look at you.