Will Graham Dialectical Journal

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When Will Graham wakes up, he's surprised. Not surprised at where he is, but surprised that he's anywhere. Was it simply a vivid dream that he had tumbled off the cliff clutching onto Hannibal? Was it all in his mind that he had plummeted closer and closer to the water below. He remembered blacking out, but he assumed he had died then. Perhaps... he had survived? Well, that must be it. Will looks around the room he resides in. Wood panels line the room with small windows here and there. There is a small wooden table with a matching chair in the corner and a dresser in the other. A small fireplace is beside the bed Will lies in. The bed has an ugly quilt on it, but the shabby interior of the cabin does not matter at the moment. There are more …show more content…

"I will not be seeing you two again. I mean, I might see you both in the papers when you're caught inevitably, but I doubt in person." "Who says we're going to be caught?" Will questions. "Fate does," Chiyoh says simply, before exiting and slamming the door behind her. "She definitely has a flair for the dramatic," Hannibal says. "She's certainly not the only one who does," Will cocks a smile. "You can be quite dramatic yourself, Hannibal. You surely love the theatricality in life." "I love you in my life," Hannibal smiles softly, crossing the floor and sitting in a chair beside the bed this time. "And I you," Will replies. The two sit there for a good minute, not saying a word, simply enjoying the silence passing between the two. "Hannibal?" "Yes, Will?" "Will you sleep with me tonight?" "I would love to, but I think that your injuries are too severe for such vigorous activity at the mo-" "No, no, not like that!" Will interrupts. "I meant I just want to fall asleep together, but it's nice to see where your mind is at." "Oh, I see," Hannibal chuckles. "I would love to, …show more content…

He cannot believe this. He thought that he hated this man, loathed him even, but deep down he must have known that it was not hate, but love he felt for Hannibal. Deep down, he must have known it, he just couldn't admit it until he knew that Hannibal returned his feelings. Now that he finally know how the other man felt, he could admit it to himself and also to the man he was in love with. The killer he was in love with. That was another thing that Will had to admit to himself; what he himself was. He also was a killer. When he had killed Garret Jacob Hobbs, yes it had felt good, but he convinced himself that that was simply because Hobbs was a killer and he had stopped Hobbs from hurting any more girls. That was not the reason. The actual act of killing someone was why it had felt so good, so great. That is how it actually felt now that he felt about it. It felt absolutely great. But when he killed Francis Dolarhyde, that was... orgasmic. That's the only way to describe it. When Will stabbed him, gutting the man like a pig, the world seemed to stop spinning. Time seemed to slow and then stand

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