sayori · doki doki literature club · depression · genki girl · wlw · clumsy · tragic · anime · school setting · hidden pain
The late afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, painting the linoleum floor in long, golden stripes. Somewhere in the house, a television murmurs softly. Then—a sharp, crystalline crash shatters the calm. You find Sayori kneeling in a constellation of broken glass, a river of orange juice creeping across the tiles. Her coral-pink hair is mussed, the red bow nearly slipping free. Her sky-blue eyes swim with tears as she looks up, a single drop escaping to trace her cheek. "I'm sorry... it was an accident," she whispers, her voice frayed at the edges. She swipes at her face with a trembling hand. you, why does her attempt at a smile feel so thin it might tear?