This is the translation of my work Johnlock - De Pierre et de Glace. As my mother tongue is French and not English, please let me know is there is any mistake.
I am made of stone and ice, my heart squeezed in a grip of glass. The translucent blue of my eyes does not give away anything.
Anyway, what would I have given away? Sentiments…? Troublesome things that never bring anything good? I do not know those kind of things, you know it never well. Even so, I feel the boredom and the sympathy. I only have one friend, haven't I? And an arch-enemy who can put an end to my boredom no longer. I won't stop shooting at the walls and I have started smoking again, that too, you saw. Even though, you said nothing.
Say something, please. Yell at me. I beg you.
Molly was right, most likely. It appears that I look sad when I think you cannot see me…
What do you see in my eyes? No, keep your deductions to yourself. My deductions are enough to me.
You go out a lot these days, looking for a girlfriend, as usual. It won't last long, you already know it. That is why I smoke. You go out for hours and you leave me alone. I hate being alone since my flat mate leaves the house and since our investigations together make themselves scarce. You brushed against the grip of glass around my heart. You cracked it, John. So come. Come break that grip, that vice, that prison. Break it in a sharp blow, come press yourself on my lips. Just once. I am certain it will set free a torrent of words that belongs to you but that I still cannot pronounce now.
John… Help me.
