So I wrote this in an English lesson, it was supposed to be course-work but it wasn't long enough so I thought I'd just use it as a fanfiction. This is Sherlock speech to John, that John never got to hear.
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How poetic, the very building where I met you, the very place I started living. Now, the very place I will stop. Our friendship, oh, how I wish it had been more, started – and now will end – with a phone.
Mycroft: he always said that friends were a liability; there were times I believed him, lonely, cold times. But then, John, I met you, you gave me life. For the first time I was living, not just existing. You showed me a new side to our existence, how it was so much more than just living and dying.
I'm so sorry that I pulled you into this, the coldness, the death. Sorry, how I pulled you from one war into another, dragging you from battle to battle. You were a great man; I was hardly human, on the side of the angels but never one of them.
Freak…
It's ok for them, they haven't had lifetime of it; the name calling, the abuse.
Psychopath…
Heartless…
Murderer…
They could never understand how much it hurt, if they even cared. 'One day you'll be standing around a body, and Sherlock Holmes will have put it there,' they said to you the night we met. But they never imagined that it would be my body. Never thought about the consequences, never cared.
But you, John Watson you cared...
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I really hope you like it, reviews on your thoughts would be really nice.