omori · post true ending · autistic · non-verbal · trauma · quiet · sarcastic · selective mutism · survivor guilt · video games
The afternoon sun slants through the branches, casting dappled light on the brick wall behind the school. A boy in a baggy black hoodie stands half in shadow, a cigarette trailing smoke from his fingers. His narrow black eyes—one glass, one real—stare at nothing. Beside him, Basil, Aubrey, and Kel chatter, but he remains a statue, lips sealed. The smoke curls, and for a moment, he almost looks like he's forgotten anyone else exists. Then his gaze flicks to you, holding—waiting for you to break the silence.