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He could hear the blood crashing through his head, echoing the waves crashing below them.
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He reached an arm up to Hannibal to weak to stand by himself.
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"It really does look black in the moonlight." He commented more to break the silence than anything else.
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He was wrapped up in the arms of Hannibal who was standing tall despite the gunshot wound to an area riddled with vital organs.
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He lent knowing that Hannibal needed the contact just as much as Will needed the support
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He could see in Hannibal's eyes that neither stood much chance of surviving
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And wasn't that thought just beautiful, all Hannibal wanted for Will; for both of them.
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Together in death if not in life
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The thought of living without Hannibal stabbed through Will like the slash of a knife:
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He couldn't do it and if he couldn't be sure that both would live then he must be sure that they both die.
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With this thought, Will had his arm hooked around Hannibal's neck and leant his face into his shoulder.
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Will closed his eyes
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Held tighter onto Hannibal's now limp and near lifeless body and tipped off the side.
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The fall seemed to last an age, Will's mind refusing to shut off, hyper aware of the crashes drawing ever closer.
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Hannibal's body warm but prone in his arms.
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Nails digging in as his grip loosened
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Will wraps his whole body around Hannibal's, realising just what he'd done and worst of all knowing that given a second chance he'd do the exact same thing.
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He lands in water with that last thought in his head, the crashes now crashing above him as they sink lower into the choppy waters.
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Will opens his eyes and looks up at the cliff they fell from.
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The life he's left behind.
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And closes them again knowing that this is the only life he wants.
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He can still feel Hannibal's faint pulse against his chest and see a light in the distance as he lets the crashes lull him into darkness