I haven't told them about you, but they saw you bathing in my eyes. I hadn't told them about you, but they saw you in my written words. What Love Can Do, Nizar Qabbaniand I'm so in love with you, I want to die
EVERYTHING THAT BRIDGER wants to say, it gets stuck in his throat, and burns like somebody is pouring acid into his mouth.
He's had dreams—nightmares—of standing on the beach with the moonlight shining on him, the waves crashing at his feet, and he tries to scream, only he can't. His mouth is open wide but no sound comes out. The only time you can hear a scream is when he's finally able to pull himself out of the nightmare and he sits up from his bed—sweaty and hyperventilating.
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Favorite Crime
Fanfiction[Will Graham]: I looked up at the night sky there. Orion above the horizon and, near it, Jupiter. I wondered if you could see it, too. I wondered if our stars were the same. [Hannibal]: I believe some of our stars will always be the same. You ent...