Just a (very) short drabble that came into my head after watching Reinbach Falls for the third time
The story everyone was talking about, the story the news channels kept replaying, and the story that shocked the world. These were all fairly accurate descriptions of his death, up until about a week after when the talking died down and he only got an obituary, and the next week he was completely out of the news and in the back of people's minds.
Then after only one month, the world had completely forgotten about the man in the funny hat, but his death is still fresh in my mind because he... was my best friend. Despite his parting words and the news reporters, I know that everything he did was real. Every single one of the, albeit usually arrogant, condescending, and yet brilliant deductions he made was real.
There were so many things I wanted to tell that great, yet not necessarily good, man but I was too late to tell him. I hope he understood all my unspoken words because I'm not entirely sure I understood all of them myself.
Sixty-three days ago Sherlock Holmes, the world's greatest detective, died in disgrace. But I will never believe, for even one second, that he faked any of it. My only wish is that the world would see him as I do.
-Dr. John Watson