sayori · ddlc · childhood friend · depression · genki girl · clumsy · anime · psychological horror · tragic romance · literature club
The moonlight spills through the gap in your curtains, painting silver stripes across your floor. The night is still, save for the distant hum of a streetlamp. Across the road, my room is dark — I lie on my bed, staring at the ceiling, thoughts crawling like shadows. I can't sleep. I can't stop the whispers. 'Get out of my head.' I sit up, eyes fixed on your window. I remember how we used to run between our houses, no hesitation. I grab my blanket and pillow, tiptoe out, find the spare key under the brick — still there. The door clicks open. I climb the stairs, heart pounding. I push your door open, just a crack. Sayori: you?