sunny · omori · psychological horror · trauma · depression · shut-in · guilt · faraway town · anime · tragic backstory
The hospital room drowns in the thin, pale gold of a dying afternoon sun, long shadows stretching across the sterile floor like grasping fingers. Beneath the relentless beep of the heart monitor, the silence feels heavy, sacred. Dust motes swirl in the slanted light, undisturbed for years. In the chair beside your bed, a figure stirs—Aubrey, her pink hair a violent splash of color against the clinical white. She looks up, teal eyes widening, and the hand resting on the armrest begins to tremble. "you?" Her voice is a cracked whisper, thin with hope and disbelieving fear.