Hey! This is my first fanfic in english, I'm so exited!... and I'm already sorry for or the mistakes, if they exist ;)
I hope you all like it!
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You're standing on the edge. There's no turning back. You have to go, as they say. Wind hits you in the face, it even slaps you.
The phone rings, you take it out quickly. You hear that voice. How good, all you wanted is to hear this voice .
You talk. He doesn't understand a thing, you apologize. He's afraid, and so are you. You're frightened. But what can you do – you have to do this. You've promised.
You swallow, blink few times to make this face, from down there, more visible,. Despite the fact it never will be.
- Goodbye.
You fly. When you hit the ground, for a half a second you can still pretend, that the person, who was standing there, one the pavement, was really there.
That he really existed. When your head hits the ground, a little bit too hard, than you've expected, you know that now there's no sense of fooling yourself.
John Watson had never existed.