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karasu;haruka
[24. good night]
Nights in this world are the hardest.
In the silence between going to sleep and going insane, he watches shadows creep along the walls like spiders in his veins; feels his heart rip to shreds in tandem with the rise and fall of the (ghost) girl's chest as she dreams of technicolor wonders that are as likely to reach him as he is to reach the stars-- something unheard of in a world locked so far beneath stone and earth and the rusted ruins of wrecked cities.
But there was a once upon a time in which he recalls summer nights spent pinning stars between his thumb and forefinger, letting wishes dance across his lips, and arc through the sky. Wishes are for weaker men, and he knows this now because they couldn't save her-- the other her.
And, maybe, this is his salvation.
(there's always another chance to get it right).
And when she cries out in her sleep (nightmares don't suit you, darling) he places his lips against her forehead.
"good night"
And for the first time in a long time, he almost believes it.
a / n ;; I'm feeling kind of hit-and-miss about this one. I'm really fond of the first paragraph, and parts of the second, but I feel like after that it went downhill. owell. ._.