Little solo | fem Hannibal
The night Will betrayed her, Henriette felt the body suit she had worn over the years slowly falling away from her. The last time she had shed that suit, she had paid a high price. The first time she had revealed herself, vulnerable and hoping that what was seen would come understanding. Instead, rejection came and she was left with no choice but to carefully choose a new suit.
This time again, but it took time and as she left home in Baltimore, her clothes covered in blood, she felt the old wound of her past reopen. It was raining and the rain was almost like a ritual that had an effect on her. The personal suit was about to disappear.
When she entered her house, which hardly anyone knew except for certain chosen people, she went straight to the shower and there she disappeared completely, she literally felt how the warm water renewed her and she was seen again. After a while she exited the shower with just a towel and there she saw her former therapist.
A faint smile touched her lips. "Look who we have here, are you here keeping me company or what awaits me? I have to admit, it's a surprise to see you here especially after what had happened." And without hesitation, she changed her clothes and then sat across from her old therapist.