um... well... this is my first HitsuHina fic... or drabble... I had to write something with this pairing...
(unfortunately, the title isn't exactly original... hopefully the story can make up for that... ;;; )
they're so cute you just want to hug them to bits! X3
um... anyway, please review, because my writing skills are a bit... lacking...
and disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. if I did, then Aizen would be chopped into little bits and fed to shinigami-sharks (if there is such a thing... which there isn't since I just made it up... --;;;; ).
Memories are odd things, Hitsugaya decided.
They come and go as they wish, drifting and floating around your mind as if they were various colored scraps of silk, fluttering in the wind.
Some were faded, some torn, and some even gone, carried away by wind, rain, or storm...
He could feel some of them fading, slipping away, tearing...
And he wished he could reach out and grab them before they were worn away, and fold and tuck them away inside his heart, so they would stay forever.
He wouldn't let them fade, nor tear, nor float away; like she had.
She wasn't here; she had slipped away from his hands like a ghost.
From the very hands that he swore would protect her.
He would not let the memories slip away either.
Because they were all he had.
