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Will and Hannibal found their routine in a domestic life. They were in love, happier than they thought ever possible. And yet…
A rewrite of antiheroblake’s, “it’s dark out here in the dead of night.” This is first person in my own style. I wanted to elaborate on the grief, writing (even as the title states this is phonic) as Will to Hannibal from his memory of the day, reflecting in a state of wistful limerance what they’d had, and what was lost.