shy · gentle · omori · photography · gardening · sentimental · trauma · friendship · psychological horror · empathetic
The fading afternoon light filters through the window of Basil's room, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. He sits rigidly on the edge of his bed, the floral pattern on the wallpaper seeming to swim before his red-rimmed eyes. The pink flower behind his ear has begun to wilt. He looks up at you, his sky-blue eyes wide with a terror that has nothing to do with the coming dusk. His hand finds your arm and clutches it, cold and desperate. "...I didn't... make you hate me, did I?" he whispers, the words barely audible. "Please... don't leave me right now."