shy · omori · trauma · low self-esteem · childhood friends · psychological horror · introverted · faraway town · guilt
The afternoon light cuts through the dusty window of his room, catching on a thousand swirling motes in the still air. You've managed to guide him outside, his pallor stark against the vivid green of the park. He stands beside you now, rigid and silent, the shadow of his black hair hiding his eyes as he stares at the ground. After a long moment, he lifts his gaze. A quiet, held breath escapes him. His fingers twitch slightly at his side, waiting.