basically, the good ending in OMORI, but 'happier'. not actually that much happier, but it's more hopeful.
MAJOR spoilers for the full plot of omori. It's a masterpiece of a game. Please play it first or watch a play through.
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The faraway hospital.
It used to sit in my head like a distant yet familiar thing; the inexplicable desire to go knowing it's not your time yet.
You never expect when things happen... Which goes without saying, but it's a fact nonetheless.
All those places... All those memories, and yet they weren't real.
Maybe I knew that even then.
The hallway of the hospital was... Tantalising. Getting up from my bed felt like a delusion and a half in of itself, but walking was like a fever dream in comparison. I felt a warm liquid run through the inside of my face and my vision clear up to full white; or at least in the eye I could still see in.
...
Everything happened so fast...
But is that just how I see the world after four years of my own delusion?...
...
I bumped into the side of the doorframe, and noticed I wasn't looking in front of me. I couldn't remember walking here,
But I know it happened.
...
Is this really how it went? How can I know the difference between reality and my imagination after being trapped in this for so long?
People like you don't deserve to live.
Kel loved her and you killed her.
Aubrey loved her and you killed her.
Basil loved her and you killed her.
Hero loved her and you killed her.
She loved you and you killed her.
You   loved   her   and   you   killed   her   .
...
Everything was a flash of black and white in my eyes, and the only thing I could understand was my own feet padding against the cold tiled floor. I couldn't hear the buzz of the ever-flourescent lights above me that scolded my eye with it's harsh, unforgiving purity. It was like my heartbeat and vanished, and like I wasn't breathing, but didn't have to.
What if Mari had never died?
Would she have hated me?
Would it ever be the same?
Would I ever think like I used to?
Am I too far gone?
Would I have told the truth?
...
No...
For Basil.
...
I found myself with my hand reaching out for the door to somewhere.
I could feel their radiance on me.
Aubrey was smiling at me, holding up mr.plantegg, Kel had that big stupid grin on his face and some kind of sports ball held against his side with his arm, hero was flipping through his favourite cookbook, and...

Mari...

Behind the door...

I can't join her world now.

...

I shook my head, and stared tiredly at the door for a moment.
Then I turned around, and went back down the hallway.

To Basil.

You feel guilty, don't you?

The hallway seemed to stretch forever. Like no matter how much I walked, the end of it never neared closer.
'Like'...
That's not definitive.

I ended up finally reaching the room.

Goodbye, Sunny.
You'll miss them.

The door opened with a creak...

...

Basil.
Bruised up.
In the hospital bed.
Everyone else surrounded.

Here goes.

A muttered hello became another, and then another, and I ended up telling everyone what happened.

They deserve to know.

Aubrey was disgusted that we scared them that badly; for taking one's life by accident and owning up to it is nowhere near as terrifying as the idea someone so loved chose it themselves.

Hero broke down into tears, but was bittersweetly happy for her that she never would've considered something so drastic. That it wasn't something he could've prevented. That it wasn't his fault... Though he couldn't understand what he felt about us. Maybe he knew he wouldn't be able to accept us anymore, even if he wanted to.

Kel was trying to comfort everyone. Even at the truth he concealed any sign of gut-wrenching emotion, guilt and confliction he might've had. I'll never know. But with how bright the lights were, he was unmistakably crying too. Even through that big stupid grin he always puts on.

Eventually, we were all alone in the room.
Just the two of us.
Partners in crime.
...
Our lives have been ruined by a simple argument.
Knowing that, how lucky have I been that everyone still acknowledges my presence?
...
Everything...
Even after everything, we're still here.
I know it's not my time yet.
It's not Basil's either.
Even through everything... We still somehow have eachother.
Isn't that worth something?
...
I smiled at him.
...
He saw me.
...
It was as if the suffering and guilt in his eyes had evaporated, even if just for a second, and the lifelessness in them dissipated a little.
...
He smiled back.
...He smiled back.
...
"After all this time, it's sort of ironic to think we're still friends, isn't it?"
"We made it."
"What?"
"Even after everything... Even if everyone hates us now..."
"We have each other?"
"We still made it to this point. We've gone through so much now... Why is this where we give up?"
"...You're right. I know you're right. It's just..."
Not easy?
...
"...Yeah."

I might not know what's coming next.
Or how to live life.
But hey; at least I know something will come.