Chapter 1: Yes, Sherlock, It Is What People Do
That's it. That's enough. It's ending today.
Dear Mary,
I'm sorry. I love you. Thank you so much for trying to help me through this. You spent so much time with me and cared more than anyone else. I don't want to think about what this will do to you. But lately, it's been too much to deal with. I don't want to leave you, but I miss him more. I just can't function in this world without him.
Dear Greg,
You've been a great friend through all this. I really appreciate all those nights at the bar, just talking and talking. I guess something went wrong with your well-intentioned plan of gradually weaning me off him. It's not your fault.
Dear Mrs. Hudson,
We haven't spoken much since I moved. But thank you for being there when I was still at 221B.
Dear Molly,
I haven't talked to you either. I suppose you're avoiding me. I can't say I'm not a little bitter about that. You were a good friend when he w - before.
Dear Mycroft,
I hate you. You are a traitor to your family and I wish I never knew you. I wish he never knew you.
Dear Sherlock,
I never got the chance to tell you this before, so I'll say it now. I only sorted out my feelings properly the night we ran through London, handcuffed together, jumping fences, on the run from the police. You looked at me, and you were so vulnerable, like I was the only person on Earth who could protect you from everyone you thought was a friend. I suppose this is true. (I miss you I need you Sherlock come back Sherlock Sherlock I can't do it Sherlock I need you please please for me just for me SHERLOCK SHERLOCK SHERLOCK)
I love you, Sherlock Holmes, more than anything else, ever, I would follow you anywhere, to the end of the world and beyond, I would follow you off the rooftop, three years ago, if I could.
I'll see you again soon, love.
- JW
