Chapter one: introduction!
Once there was a sad and lonely sentinel named, Lawrence. Lawrence lived in an apartment in a big city, he didn't know what lonely was, but he knew he needed someone to balance out his life. Even if the very thought of it made him sick. True, he had friends aplenty, but no one whom he thought of as a real friend.
But, what he didn't know is that he had what he needed all along. Oh, if only he wasn't so dense! Then he would have seen that what he needed was right in front of his face! Oh well, he'd learn eventually. Even if I have to put it as bluntly as possible for him; just so he'd take a hint for once in his stuck-up,know-it-all life!Man, he thought he knew everything, but he just didn't!
Anyway, let's see how he dose on his own. Let's find out what was on his mind right then. He was sitting a top the roof of an old Victorian, two story building and had started to play "The cat" on his violin. A song from a movie and an album, long since forgotten.
" I wish I knew how to fix this, this horrible ache in my chest!" Lawrence said agitatedly
to himself as he played his violin in solitary silence; or so it seemed. "Maybe I need to go see Rhiannon again and try to reevaluate what I feel. It could work, but..." As he rambled on to himself in his mind, his flat-mate, Richard slowly crept up on the unsuspecting sentinel and yelled;
"Good morning, Sherlock!"
