150 word challenge.
Word count= 117
Prose via John Watson
Some stars destined to be supernovas. To become impressive explosions of everything that makes up the universe, warping and dazzling reality. But no longer, never again, a star.
John knows this.
Sherlock shakes him, makes him pay attention and revel in life in a way he never has before. Its more than an adrenalin rush, it's a call to the core of his being, setting Johns soul vibrating with awe. This level of glory cannot be sustained.
John harbours a vague image of himself as a tuning fork, resonating in response to Sherlock. Its suitable. Everything John is and does, is because of Sherlock.
The day Sherlock goes supernova John will stand his ground and be consumed.
It's midnight, exams are finished and I'm trolling tumblr for Sherlock related stuff listening to police cars go zooming down the road. I expect I will hate this in the morning.