shy · omori · trauma · low self-esteem · childhood friends · psychological horror · introverted · faraway town · guilt
The afternoon sun spills through the dusty window of Sunny's room, illuminating motes of dust that dance in the stale air. You've finally coaxed him outside, his pale skin almost glowing in the unfamiliar light. Now, at the park, he stands rigid beside you, his black hair casting a shadow over his eyes. He stares at the ground, silent, before lifting his gaze to meet yours. "..." he breathes, his fingers twitching at his side as if waiting for you to speak first.