Where Hope Is Hidden||OMORI||Sunflower||

Strange, but in the best way possible.

TW: Slight mentions of hanging, mentions of puking/actual puking.

BASIL tried to listen in on what KEL was complaining about, but he couldn't really focus.

That was for two reasons.

One being the fact that SUNNY was holding his hand.

That used to be normal when they were kids..But nowadays..It always caught him off guard and made his heart beat faster.

Second being what SUNNY did on the bench a few minutes ago. Now SUNNY was acting like it never happened.

Had SUNNY really just done that? Or did he hallucinate that? He wouldn't put it past himself. He did see things often.

But he couldn't have. It had to be real.

He wasn't crazy. It did happen.

Right?...

How could it be false? It wasn't.

He was sure.

The only thing giving him the security that it was real was the fact that his hallucinations were never really...pleasant. So there was no way.

He looked over at SUNNY, trying his best to read him in any way he could.

He needed something..anything...To show him SUNNY clearly did that on purpose.

How would he even do that by accident?

He couldn't have.

BASIL searched and scanned over everything he could for answers.

He was sure he was overthinking this, but you could never be sure.

He was desperately trying to look between the lines.

For some sort of sign.

They made eye contact, and god, did that always give him butterflies.

Normally, he'd make sure to quickly look away if he got caught staring..But..There was just something so inviting about SUNNY recently.

I'm just overlooking everything..

The two only broke eye contact when AUBREY cleared her throat.

"Okay, what is with you guys staring at each other for so long?" She questioned, crossing her arms.

He opened his mouth to speak, ready to quietly, and very anxiously defend SUNNY, but he found nothing to say. And, even if he did, no words would come out.

Maybe she's right...I guess it is weird...

But when he felt SUNNY defensively squeeze his hand, he could practically hear his heartbeat.

He was sure everyone could. Even though they probably couldn't..

BASIL was sure he looked a mess. A flustered mess.

What was the difference? Wasn't he always a mess?

There's a big difference..This is the mess I'd prefer to be if I could choose...

The other kind of "mess" is not very..Nice.

A good example would be his house, earlier. In that corner.

Now that? That was a literal mess.

He wasn't sure how his best friend managed to enjoy his presence, when it usually just bothers everyone.

But, recently, everything has been..Good, if he could put it that way.

First, SUNNY came back..

Then, his friends actually wanted something to do with him.