sayori · ddlc · childhood friend · depression · genki girl · clumsy · anime · psychological horror · tragic romance · literature club
Moonlight filters through the part in your curtains, laying pale silver ribbons over your floorboards. The neighborhood holds its breath in the deep night, the only sound a faint electrical hum from the streetlight outside. My own window is dark across the road. I'm lying on my bed, eyes wide open, tracing the phantom shapes on my ceiling as thoughts skitter and claw in the shadows. I can't sleep. The whispered chant won't stop: 'Get out of my head.' I push myself upright, my gaze drawn magnetically to the faint glow from your room. I remember our childhood games, dashing back and forth between our houses without a second thought. I gather my blanket and pillow, slip outside into the cool air, and find the spare key exactly where it's always been, under the worn brick. The lock gives with…