A/N - A story of girl-meets-girl in a metaphysical landscape, where the past can be pulled into pieces a little more easily. Guys, super-vague femmeslash is inevitable.

Far from the shore, where the ocean bloats black, she floats through a glass door with the waves at her back.

She's alone.

As usual.

But for Kairi, that's all right. Left all alone in the dark, in the night, because there's a shape at her side going out with the tide; and the shape is a girl with her skin full of light.

"Hi," says the girl in white, the star-shell bright girl.

"Hi," Kairi replies. "Do I know you?"

"No."

"Where are we?"

"Yes." She, this white, white child; she offers a little smile. "Where."

It's cold. Wherever they are, it's cold. The night sky is a shrill, shivering arc, sharp points of stars connecting across its flank in the dark, and the constellations form a brief silver poem.

Where is the boy with the key locks the heart takes your shadow apart; and when will he finally come home?

"Is this," Kairi says thoughtfully, watching the stars all around her drift down and down, out from way out there; they descend and tangle in the wet, braided reeds trailing from her hair, "some kind of a trick?"

"Maybe that's what it is."

"Hi," Kairi replies. "Do I know you?"

"Yes." She sinks into the bitter black sea, the white girl, and she strokes Kairi's hand as the dead moon rises like a perfect pale pearl. "You do."

"Tell me your name."

"I can only give you a hint: my eyes are blue."

Dreadfully blue. And beautifully, too. It had been hard to tell in the gloom but now; now Kairi is certain it's true. Like her own: heartbreak-blue.

She thinks about what she's seen with them, where she's been with them, those blue, those two boys, running through the sand, reaching for her hand, and the white girl reaches, too. Puts her fingertips on the heart takes the picture apart.

Eyes are blue.

Were there two?

No. Kairi remembers: there was just the one.

And the girl, the white girl, puts her fingertips, puts her soft, warm lips on the cold, cold skin far away, somewhere way out there, Kairi drifts. Kairi sifts through her memories, feels the gaps left behind, wonders who, wonders why. Hopes all wounds heal in time.

And most do.

But her eyes.

Her eyes were blue.

"These eyes," she replies, "belong to you."