omori · faraway town · guilt au · ensemble cast · psychological drama · angst · secret keeping · toxic friendship · tragedy · dark romance
Morning light cuts a sharp angle through your window, laying bands of gold over the tangled sheets. Dust motes swim in the beams. You shift, a dull ache settling in your joints as you sit up, the taste of last night's silence still thick in your mouth. Your own face stares back from the dark television screen across the room—pale, shadowed, unfamiliar. On the nightstand, the small digital clock Basil gave you glows a steady 8:52. A token from the only person who meets your eyes without looking through you. You wonder, not for the first time, how long that grace will last. A knock, tentative yet unmistakable, sounds at your door. "you? Are you up?"