[ fic ] a ghost story

[deloreans]

for meganekkomimi

a ghost story

or

another way this could have gone:

she saves her cruelties for araragi. hanekawa in her arms she tries to cut without wounding, the buttons off her clothes, a slit in her skirt, the silence the other girl holds to keep her heart in place. what neither of them say: i love who you love. only hitagi speaks, voice lowered to gentleness. close your eyes. against hitagi's face, against the fall of her hair into her mouth, against the kisses sharp with teeth as though ---

(against that other unsaid thing

the ghost of him on me is as close as you can get)

hanekawa in her arms she tries to cut without wounding but her efficiency with edges fails her for the first time. fails despite closed eyes and memory.

when memory will always come up wanting.

when hitagi's existence is a delicate blade.