A message to fictional characters

Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham. 

*spoiler alert*

Hey Hannibal, 

If you were here with me,

Would you even bother eating me?

Or would care for me like how you care for Will?

Even if your intention is to make me like you, or the cheapskate reaper?

Because I don't mind any. 

I wouldn't even mind if you were to fake your care to me as if I was Abigail but be sure to include my hair in Will's throat, not just my ear. 

And oh, dear Will,

You poor man,

I hate to pity myself

But at times (Or most time)

I understood you and your pain,

Your burden. 

I think I'm you,

Or am I delusional?

I, too feel I'm better off living alone with millions of dog by my side, or cats. 

Oh, Will?

If you are here with me,

Would you care for me as if I was Abigail?

And if so, how do you feel when you woke up, vomiting to my ear that was shoved down your throat?

If I am still alive,

I would tell you it's okay

And you are fine,

You'll be alright.

Just keep fishing, even if it's only in your head,

And thank you for having me in your mind when you fish. 

Most importantly, I would say thank you so much for taking care of me,

All your worries are now gone, I hope so. 

So, will? Is this our design?