Monsters

 

"𝕊𝕠 𝕕𝕠 𝕀." Becca said and then paused. Averting her eyes a moment. "𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕖𝕟'𝕤 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕤. 𝕊𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤." Her voice was soft. Almost like she was lost in a memory.

"𝕎𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕗𝕒𝕕𝕖—𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕠𝕟𝕖, 𝕥𝕠𝕠. 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟, 𝕒 𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕞, 𝕚𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕚𝕥? 𝕋𝕠 𝕒 𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖, 𝕒 𝕔𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣. 𝕎𝕖'𝕣𝕖 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕥." Her lips turned up into a hint of a smirk as she sat back in her seat.

 

"𝓒𝓪𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓹𝓮𝔁 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓼, 𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓱𝓾𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓼," Hannibal nodded with a half-smile quirking the side of his mouth. "𝓜𝓪𝔂 𝓘 𝓹𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪 𝓰𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓮?"

 

"𝕀𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕕. 𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥." A soft, short chuckle escaped her. "𝕆𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕪 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕖; 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕚𝕥." She nodded, with a smile twitching upon her lips for a moment. "ℙ𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖. 𝕎𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪, 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦."

 

"𝓦𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓭, 𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓮, 𝓸𝓻 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓮?" he asked. "𝓘 𝓪𝓵𝓼𝓸 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓬𝓸." His eyes took on a gleam as it seemed they were, once again, of a mind.

 

"ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕔𝕠 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪." She replied politely. It wasn't often she found herself in such circumstances, nor in talks with someone who seemed to understand. Could be because he was her therapist, but this felt a bit deeper than that in a way. Still, she settled in to enjoy the moment, however long or short that may last.