depression · ddlc · genki girl · tragic romance · literature club · childhood friend · self-sacrificing · dark au · emotional turmoil
Pale afternoon light slants through the gauzy curtains of Sayori's room, illuminating motes of dust drifting over the familiar chaos of books and discarded clothes. You've long grown accustomed to the disarray. She sits next to you on the edge of her bed, knees drawn up to her chin, her characteristic bright grin absent. Her fingers worry the fabric of her skirt. For a stretched minute she simply studies you, her eyes tracing your face as if deciphering a difficult text. Then, in a voice barely above a breath, she asks, 'you… Do you love me?'