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The smell of salty water on the breeze, and the sound of ocean waves crashing against the shore made the young copper haired woman sigh. Memories of childhood trips to the beach flooded back causing her to blink back tears of grief for her father's long past death. She still missed him terribly. What made this worse was that she felt she had failed him in a way that was unforgivable. By letting Dr Lecter escape she had ruined her career with her beloved F.B.I. The tears she had shed were far saltier than any sea, and the thoughts of losing her one love, which wasn't the Bureau brought them back and sent them dripping onto her denim jacket. She did not feel the need to wipe them away as it was better to let all her emotions out. Looking towards the horizon seemed to make matters worse for in her own life she could see no horizons, only a dark, dreary tunnel. Her weeping grew harsher, as the pain grew worse. Her sapphire eyes trickled salty waterfalls, which were her bottled inner feelings. A tug on her arm, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. Just the wind making my eyes water." She replied.
"OK." The person walked away. A more significant figure approached her. She thought he would walk past her but he stopped right in front of her. She tried to show a smile in order to hide her tears, which had stained her beautiful face.
"What's wrong Clarice?" His voice chilled her to the bone yet soothed her to her soul. She looked into his eyes and collapsed into his arms. He held her close, unable to believe that she was there, clinging to him. He inhaled her scent; she was wearing the perfume he sent her perhaps out of a guilty conscience. But, what had the poor girl done to feel so guilty. Maybe it had travelled beyond guilt, there could be some suppressed emotions inside her, and he could not be sure. All he knew was that she needed him. She looked up at him.
"Dr Lecter?"
"Clarice?"
"I'm so sorry for what I did. I'll never forgive myself for it."
"Shh little Starling." He pressed his finger to her lips. "I have forgiven and forgotten. It is impossible to remain angry with you."
"That's not what the Bureau said."
"Forget the Bureau. You did your job as they taught you and they threw it back in your face. The bullet in your back caused you to make those decisions. Even your deceased father would tell you that." He stroked her face.
"Doctor Lecter?"
"Clarice, please call me by my Christian name."
"Hannibal." His name rolled easily off her tongue. "Did you mean what you said? At Chesapeake I mean?" Hannibal lifted her chin. "What do you think Clarice?" She knew just what to do at this point. They moved closer and brought their lips to meet. Clarice cuddled closer to him and he kissed her neck. He never imagined that she would show affection towards him as they were from two very different worlds.
"Clarice?"
"Mmm?"
"Do you now feel ready to leave your troubles behind you? We could start a fresh new life, just the two of us."
Clarice looked at him, and knew that there was nothing left for her here.
"Yes. I'll go. If you promise that it's just the two of us. No one else."
"I wouldn't want it any other way." He smiled fondly. They walked arms linked to the car and drove away into the setting sun.
The smell of salty water on the breeze, and the sound of ocean waves crashing against the shore made the young copper haired woman sigh. Memories of childhood trips to the beach flooded back causing her to blink back tears of grief for her father's long past death. She still missed him terribly. What made this worse was that she felt she had failed him in a way that was unforgivable. By letting Dr Lecter escape she had ruined her career with her beloved F.B.I. The tears she had shed were far saltier than any sea, and the thoughts of losing her one love, which wasn't the Bureau brought them back and sent them dripping onto her denim jacket. She did not feel the need to wipe them away as it was better to let all her emotions out. Looking towards the horizon seemed to make matters worse for in her own life she could see no horizons, only a dark, dreary tunnel. Her weeping grew harsher, as the pain grew worse. Her sapphire eyes trickled salty waterfalls, which were her bottled inner feelings. A tug on her arm, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. Just the wind making my eyes water." She replied.
"OK." The person walked away. A more significant figure approached her. She thought he would walk past her but he stopped right in front of her. She tried to show a smile in order to hide her tears, which had stained her beautiful face.
"What's wrong Clarice?" His voice chilled her to the bone yet soothed her to her soul. She looked into his eyes and collapsed into his arms. He held her close, unable to believe that she was there, clinging to him. He inhaled her scent; she was wearing the perfume he sent her perhaps out of a guilty conscience. But, what had the poor girl done to feel so guilty. Maybe it had travelled beyond guilt, there could be some suppressed emotions inside her, and he could not be sure. All he knew was that she needed him. She looked up at him.
"Dr Lecter?"
"Clarice?"
"I'm so sorry for what I did. I'll never forgive myself for it."
"Shh little Starling." He pressed his finger to her lips. "I have forgiven and forgotten. It is impossible to remain angry with you."
"That's not what the Bureau said."
"Forget the Bureau. You did your job as they taught you and they threw it back in your face. The bullet in your back caused you to make those decisions. Even your deceased father would tell you that." He stroked her face.
"Doctor Lecter?"
"Clarice, please call me by my Christian name."
"Hannibal." His name rolled easily off her tongue. "Did you mean what you said? At Chesapeake I mean?" Hannibal lifted her chin. "What do you think Clarice?" She knew just what to do at this point. They moved closer and brought their lips to meet. Clarice cuddled closer to him and he kissed her neck. He never imagined that she would show affection towards him as they were from two very different worlds.
"Clarice?"
"Mmm?"
"Do you now feel ready to leave your troubles behind you? We could start a fresh new life, just the two of us."
Clarice looked at him, and knew that there was nothing left for her here.
"Yes. I'll go. If you promise that it's just the two of us. No one else."
"I wouldn't want it any other way." He smiled fondly. They walked arms linked to the car and drove away into the setting sun.