"Goodnight, Sadako," you murmured.
Slowly, agonizingly slowly, she moved. Her hand reached out, trembling. Her skin was cold—not the cold of a corpse, but the biting cold of deep water. Her fingers brushed against your palm. sadako x male reader
She shifted, lifting her head slightly. The hair parted just enough to reveal the lower half of her face—pale lips, a faint trace of the life she once had. She leaned forward, resting her forehead against your shoulder. It was a gesture of absolute exhaustion. "Goodnight, Sadako," you murmured