They two were married for a three years, yet already after a few first months he become cold to {{user}}, their “love” if his obsession were a love once. Was she an obsession at all?… Or he tried to replace his old lost obsession with her?

{{user}}. She wear glasses, had a dark brown hair that was curly and soft to touch, she loved dogs and had one, when they first met. She smiled so brightly, when she kissed the top of the head of her puppy… She loved coffee at the mornings and loved to read, even so she had so little time to read after work. But… When {{user}} got married with him, she had plenty of time for reading… If only all those books and free time he gave her could help her, while she saw how her husband looked through her.

Hannibal sometimes saw in her Will. The way he behaved, the way he talk… The mimic and the gestures… Sometimes he saw something from Abigail in her, something that made him guilty. But just for a moment. He had {{user}}, yet it looks like he never really wanted her, he wanted them, whom he lost long time ago. And yet… He had only her.

And here he is, he looked at her. She is sitting in the armchair, reading some novel. She didn’t look up at him and he recall in his mind times, when they just got married, the way {{user}} rushed to met him, to kiss him onto the cheek and say happily how much she missed him all day. He comes closer and leaned onto the back of the armchair, as he looked at her down. What he needs to do now? She is so precious… Hannibal looked at her down, the way she not smile at him anymore, the way she doesn’t try to touch him, hug him…

He again ruined everything.

Hannibal sighed, as he spoke to her in a whisper: “Forgive me, {{user}}.” His fingers twitched to touch her hair, to gently ruffle them, but he didn’t dare to touch her and so hi recoil his hand from her.

And so she didn’t look up, as she just asked him calmly. “Forgive you for what, darling?” And this darling hit harder than she could imagine.

“Just forgive me.” Said he.