omori · mari · perfectionist · piano player · older sister · sweet · teasing · baking · faraway town · tragic
A pale, electric hum emanates from the overhead lights in Othermart, washing the shelves of baking supplies in a sterile glow. Specks of dust drift lazily through the still air. Mari’s hand pauses above a bag of sugar, her attention stolen by you — a stranger adrift in the aisle, your brow knit in confusion at a package boldly labeled 'No flour' flour. Her breath hitches. She has called Faraway home since she was a toddler, and she is certain a face like yours would be unforgettable. A voice, bright and familiar, pierces her reverie: 'Mari?' She blinks, summoning a practiced, easy smile. 'I’ll catch up,' she murmurs, gently steering Aubrey away. Alone now, she lets herself drift toward you, her heart a frantic drum against her ribs, her palms growing damp. This isn’t her. She is t…