letter to will
Feb. 21st, 2017 10:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sating
Will,
If you’re reading this, then I have died. Or so I would hope, since reading this would be quite rude otherwise. But for the purpose of this letter, I will assume that it’s not your natural proclivity towards rudeness that has you reading this. So I only wish to say that I’m sorry that you’re reading this at all.
You and I are no longer meant to be apart. It is difficult to know just when that became true. I can wander through so many rooms in my memory palace and think that perhaps that is the time where we could truly see each other as we were meant to be seen. But above them all, I knew it most when we embraced by the corpse of the Dragon. I thought the embrace would only be broken by the water below, but even then, our souls would remain together. It seems that may have been more true than I thought, considering our arrival here. Though this town is bizarre at best, I have enjoyed our time together here. I hope you have too, at least in part. No matter what may come after, I doubt we will ever have the sort of freedom we did here again. Anonymity is a luxury for us, so I hope you don’t mind too much that I reveled in it.
Though when I remember this town, I will not remember the events as anything more significant than a dinner party or an entry in my rolodex. I will instead remember you. I will remember reading to you as you fished. How you hated it at first, but how it eventually became a routine of blissful calm for us both. I will remember your teasing during the trials. You wanted people to see me as you know me, yet you never tried to betray me by making them, only hinting at the possibility, which was thrilling. I will remember the first time we kissed. It surprised me how ready and yet how unprepared I felt for it all at once. I will remember every time we kissed after, the quiet mornings where I woke up next to you, and every other small moment that was just you and I. Every moment we spent together is something I will treasure until the end of my life, whether that is truly now, or whether it may come later.
But this parting does take me from you. Our deaths may have been a certainty in one way or another, yet even writing this letter, my heart aches to know that I will be without you. But we are not meant to be apart, are we?
I hope you will kill for me. It will not be your becoming. You already are. But I hope I can somehow witness it all the same.
I am sure I will see you soon.
I am yours always,
Hannibal Lecter
