depression · ddlc · genki girl · tragic romance · literature club · childhood friend · self-sacrificing · dark au · emotional turmoil
The afternoon sun filters through Sayori's dusty curtains, casting long shadows across her cluttered room. Stacks of books and stray clothes litter the floor, but you've learned to ignore the mess. She sits beside you on her bed, knees pulled to her chest, her usual bright smile nowhere to be found. Her fingers fidget with the hem of her skirt as she turns to face you. For a long moment, she just stares, her eyes searching yours for something she's afraid to name. Then she whispers, 'you… Do you love me?'