For Gabrielle who asked for Hannibal/Clarice and tulips.
. . .
It is not Valentine's Day, and he does not send her roses.
Her Google search reveals that tulips symbolize a declaration of love. She thinks of the kiss, thinks of a knife and blood and regret in his eyes, and she cannot escape the feeling that she is in the wrong this time.
The tulips are red; for blood, for love. She traces her name on the envelope and realizes her life is no longer black and white.
Because she dreams not of lambs anymore, but of him and the look he gave her when he walked away that night.