Chapter Two:
Hannibal Lecter sat in his apartment, clouded with memories of her. His little Starling that took place in his heart, and he never even let her in. He looked out to the sky and tried to contain the turmoil within his mind. There were so many things floating through his mind now...Why did she do it? Why did she tell him that? He would have been happy with any other answer BUT that. Why did she have to tell him something he tried to desperately not to acknowledge himself? She did it to make him leave forever...to make it all end. She didn't want him...he should have known that, yet he pressed on...kept pushing and pushing until she told him why...until she told him to reason she was asking him to stop.
"Hannibal...you love me....so stop...stop coming after me this way...stop making me go insane...Hannibal...the reason I ask you to stop is because..."
He couldn't finish the memory, it was locked inside his memory palace, in a dark corner, almost as hidden as Mischa's. He couldn't bare to remember...he never wanted to hear her say it again. It pained him too much to know that he never had a chance. If it had been anything else but that, he would have pressed on...pressed on until she gave in and caved and crumbled into pieces for him to gather for her. No...he could not do that now...not after what she told him. He would stay away from her forever. He would never go and see her again...for as long as he lived, she would be kept locked away in his memory, never to be accessed again.
Hannibal Lecter sat in his apartment, clouded with memories of her. His little Starling that took place in his heart, and he never even let her in. He looked out to the sky and tried to contain the turmoil within his mind. There were so many things floating through his mind now...Why did she do it? Why did she tell him that? He would have been happy with any other answer BUT that. Why did she have to tell him something he tried to desperately not to acknowledge himself? She did it to make him leave forever...to make it all end. She didn't want him...he should have known that, yet he pressed on...kept pushing and pushing until she told him why...until she told him to reason she was asking him to stop.
"Hannibal...you love me....so stop...stop coming after me this way...stop making me go insane...Hannibal...the reason I ask you to stop is because..."
He couldn't finish the memory, it was locked inside his memory palace, in a dark corner, almost as hidden as Mischa's. He couldn't bare to remember...he never wanted to hear her say it again. It pained him too much to know that he never had a chance. If it had been anything else but that, he would have pressed on...pressed on until she gave in and caved and crumbled into pieces for him to gather for her. No...he could not do that now...not after what she told him. He would stay away from her forever. He would never go and see her again...for as long as he lived, she would be kept locked away in his memory, never to be accessed again.