I have lost you an unbearable number of times. As many times like scars my chest hides. My heart. I have always known that I would prefer to die than live apart from you. But this time… The call from the Baltimore Hospital came on a Friday morning. Hannibal had been staying as far away as he could from that city, trying to make things right. Trying to keep Will breathing. The number, which he had practically memorized, shined a couple of seconds on the screen of his mobile phone. He finally found the strength to answer the call. ― He's finally awake. Baltimore Hospital Lecter wandered through the hallways of the hospital in a rush, till he found the room that Graham had been occupying the last eight months. He had never entered, …show more content…
― Thirsty… ― Graham's voice sounded tired, hoarse by the lack of use. Hannibal froze when he heard him, even before entering the room. Still holding the door handle, he closed his eyes for a moment just to fight back his tears. With a wide smile on his face, he finally entered the stance. ― Will… ― that was all he managed to say. Trembling with pure happiness, feeling alive once …show more content…
― Who are you? ― Doctor Lecter, could you please wait outside for a moment? We need to check the patient and… ― but Hannibal refused to hear. He didn’t care about a human doctor attempting to understand someone beyond his limits. ― Step aside ― he ordered, getting closer to Will. He caressed his hair, looking at him, ― do you remember anything? But Will shook his head. Who was the tall man caressing him? What the hell was happening? And Hannibal felt his world falling apart. ― Please, if you could stay outside, he’s still confused and… He walked out of the room. Nonetheless, his eyes didn’t stop looking at Will, praying silently that he could remember him after all. Yet he couldn’t. Everything about Will’s existence was lost. And Hannibal was lost as well. For the first time in decades, he wished he could cry. So the pain buried in his chest will disappear. When he came back to the room, Will’s eyes was looking for him desperately. ― ...hi. ― I shall introduce myself, since… ― but Hannibal couldn’t manage to finish the sentence. He remained silent, agony burning inside of him. ― I can’t remember you. ― My name is Hannibal
The man, however, did not even flinch at such a reception. He looked around the audience with a face that seemed to have lost the ability to display any discernible human emotion, his mouth unyieldingly shut and his neck as stiff as a freshly-starched shirt. He has stood in numerous courtrooms throughout his life, nonetheless he was never found
Walker’s stomach drops lower and lower the further they go through in the house. The last time he was here it was a very painful experience -- one he’s not sure that he’s entirely ready to repeat. Thankfully, no one stops them in their trek upstairs, though some of the staff members send the group a funny looks. Walker soon finds himself in front of Willa’s bedroom door, fist raised and inches from making contact with it, when he suddenly impedes his motions.
Jesus christ! Haha. This is basically the best post I've ever read on here. Sorry for the late reply.
Stuffed between two pillows,my head was still and my breathing was warm and hard,with the prickling feeling of guilt covering me like a blanket.I ached to sob, but my eyes wouldn't succumb,they seemed adement on keeping my irises dry and stinging from perpetual burning.
“That’s what it felt like this morning, because it’s their territory now, it’s Tom and Anna’s and Scott and Megan’s. I’m the outsider, I don’t belong here, and yet everything is so familiar to me” (65). I selected this quote because it indicates Rachel’s feeling of isolation from what she was once a part of. “I’m not beautiful, and I can’t have kids, so what does that make me? Worthless” (79).
That was the last time he’d ever heard Cedric’s voice. John forcefully slammed his fists onto the coffee table next to him. His therapist restricted herself as John carefully released his fists from his fixed grip to erase his sorrow from his rosy cheeks. After several suggestions of how John could better cope with his loss, his therapist had then said something that had really caught John’s attention.
“ ‘Who are you?’ ‘I am Death.’ ‘I have long walked at your side.’ ‘That I know’ ‘Are you ready?’ ‘My body is, not myself. Wait a moment’
He has to follow the Rules, certain rules that his family has always followed. In Long Way Down, Will change a lot. There are two main ways that Will change. At first, he wants to get revenge on Riggs, but later, he has second thoughts. Also, Will was set on following the rules in the beginning, but later on in the story his mindset changes.
Jackson shifted his arm and found Will's nipple with his fingers. Will made a soft sound of encouragement. Jackson's finger became insistent, circling, scraping, bringing alive every nerve in Will's body.
“Did you apply the ointment I left?” Sana asked, placing her leather bag on a large wooden table. Berlin looked down at the ground. He heard Sana’s footsteps as she walked towards him. He looked up to see Sana holding the clay bowl full of a brown paste. Berlin could feel Sana’s eyes bore into him.
“Why do you think there’s so many of them? Why do you think they all hang out here in a graveyard? What do you think the reason is they don’t die?” Katelyn asked me in rapid fire, and I thought she sounded like she was starting to get frustrated.
WilhermBerg:- do you really wish to die cause right now I can kill you and let you die in a horrible way. I will not let you die in an easy way.
Will nuzzles his head into Hannibal 's chest and sobs, years of stress and agony pouring out of him. Hannibal wraps his arms around Will and rubs his back, letting him do whatever he needs. Hannibal presses his lips to Will 's forehead and Will raises his head, sniffing.
Before will was beaten into a coma, he lost his family to a house fire, which left him alone to face the harsh realities of life. He then turns to alcohol and cigarettes o get by spiraling him into a depression. Will drank so much he would have hallucinations and would hear his fathers rifle talking to him. Later he says,
“I’m sorry, my love,” I said as my eyes began to water. She grabbed her chest in pain and stared at me. Her eyes teared up and a single tear ran down her cheek as she took her final breath. I did what I had done so many times before, but I never felt any remorse for my actions until then.