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Title: Haunting Rain
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 26, Water
Author's Note: Sequel to "As Sure As the Moon Shines."
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Hannibal Lecter or Will Graham, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.


Will stood there, looking up at the sky until the first raindrops began to fall.

It had been raining on that fateful night, too, he remembered. He had stumbled through the pouring rain to Hannibal's house, his heart triphammering in his chest.

He hadn't known what he would find there, but it had been more ghastly than he could have ever imagined. He had seen and heard so many things that night, things that still reverberated in his mind. He had seen images that he could never erase, never forget.

His heart had leaped for joy when he'd discovered that Abigail was still alive -- and then plummeted to the depths when she had been murdered in front of his eyes.

Hannibal's evil knew no bounds. Nothing could ever wash it away.

Even the water that had poured down that night hadn't been able to erase the blood from the front courtyard of the house, the blood of someone he had known.

He'd tried to save her, Will told himself. Even though he had known that she couldn't live, not exposed to the elements as she had been, and having that much blood. It would have been impossible for her to cling to life, even with all the help he'd wanted to give her.

One more person he had known who was taken from him by Hannibal Lecter. One more death to lay at the hands of that monster. Too many needless deaths.

The water that was starting to come down from the sky now reminded him of that night; rain always made his mind drift back to those horrific events.

Will wondered if he would ever be able to enjoy rain again; at one time in his life, he'd liked it, thought that it was soothing, had been lulled to sleep by the patter of raindrops on the window. Now, rain meant nothing but a return of horrors that he didn't want to remember.

That had been the most horrifying night of his life. Even without the reminder of the rain, he would never be able to forget it, not for a single moment.

Those memories would always be with him, in the back of his mind.

Every time it rained, his mind would be transported back to that night. Will didn't think he could ever look at rain in the same way again. He could never enjoy it again.

From now on, rain would only signify horror, sadness and pain. He would never again be able to hear rain on the window and think that it was soothing; it would always remind him of what he had seen and felt on that night, when a part of his life had crumbled into dust.

Any time water poured from the sky, he would be taken back in his memories. He couldn't help feeling that those memories would stay in his mind's eye forever.

The rain would always bring back haunting memories, and the pain of loss.