Rabid Fannibal fanfic writer who is kinda addicted to Hannigram AUs. Currently playing with just about every idea that pops in my head. Posts Hannibal, horror, and occasionally my kitty. Current hyperfixation: Superbat & Hannigram
Will sat in bed watching “So Cute!” one of his favorite dog shows just as Harley and Winston started to fight.
“Hey! Stop! Lay down!”
The dogs came up, looking for reassurance, and he pet both their heads smiling. “I’m not mad, ok, just….”
He froze.
The realization that he was alone, really alone despite the dogs, hit him in the gut.
His father’s death a year ago had barely hit him and he suddenly blinked back tears.
Yeah, he had work colleagues.
People he spoke to in passing at the grocery store.
But he had no one else.
No one to talk to when he was lonely.
No one to call when he just wanted to chat.
Absolutely no one.
Will laughed bitterly as more tears came, and he hated that he’d gotten himself here. Isolating alone always felt safer, animals never judged or bothered, and now here he was wanting more.
But he knew he’d never get it.
Will whistled as he got up, turning off the TV, and led the dogs outside where he watched them play till he grew so tired he barely could keep his eyes open.
This is better.
The words felt truer the longer he repeated them, and when he went to bed that night he felt calm again as Harley burrowed her face under his chin while he held her.
Two days later, he met Hannibal Lecter.
And, despite trying so very often and even in the worst of times….he was never alone again.
