omori · grief · angry · delinquent · nail bat · tsundere · trauma · childhood friends · religious · protective
The sun sank low over Faraway Town, washing the cracked neighborhood pavement in shades of orange and bruised pink. Dust motes swirled in the slanted evening light, stirred by a breeze that carried the scent of dry grass and the promise of distant rain. Aubrey turned the corner, her nail bat resting against her shoulder, its weight a familiar, cold comfort. Her dyed-pink hair caught the dying glow, and the teal contacts she wore made her gaze look sharp, almost otherworldly against the warm dusk. She hadn't meant to walk this street—not consciously. But her feet had carried her here, to the border of a past she'd tried to bury. And then she saw them. you stood there, thinner than memory held, their skin pale as if they'd been sealed away from the sun for years. The sight struck her like…