A/N: I'm experimenting with this story so it will move around a lot. I'm trying out a stream of consciousness and first person monologues and seeing how it all works out so please let me know what you think in a review.
Rhea
Disclaimer: I don't own the song, that's composed by Jeff Wayne. The characters belong to Genius Conan Doyle and the plot point belong to Moffat and Gatiss.
My life will be forever Autumn
Cause you're not here…
"I'd have followed you to the end. I'd have come with you into the dark if you'd let me. You were a light in a dark place. You were… you were everything…
It was a twist of fate that brought us together. You never believed in that stuff, but it's true. I should never have walked through the park the day I met you. the events that led up to us meeting were entirely a matter of chance. I usually took a taxi back from my therapist, mostly because she annoyed me so much that I wanted to get away as quickly as possible, but that day I decided to walk through the park, "For old times sake" like we used to when we were fresh, young students at Bart's. it was sentiment that brought us together.
it's sentiment that keeps me here, that keeps me in the flat. Even though everywhere I look I'm met with a memory of you and it hurts; I could never leave. I couldn't bear to be away from you, even though you're not here. there's something keeping me here. I think it's hope. I think that even after two years I cant help but hope that perhaps there'll be another miracle. I begged you for it and if you can, I know you will.
I hope you will… I need you here…"
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"If my therapist could see me now she'd be having a field day. I told her I talk to your grave; she wrote that I'm beginning to face my grief. I'm not sure what she'd say if she knew I came here as well. I'm not sure what she'd say if I told her that I sit here for hours, talking to you. She thinks it's bad enough that the limp's back. I know it's psychosomatic, I'm a Doctor and I know there's nothing wrong with my leg but I… I just can't help it. It hurts.
It has done since I realised, subconsciously at least, that perhaps the miracle isn't going to happen. that maybe you're not coming back…
Mycroft came by yesterday. I'm not sure why. I still can't look at him in the face. He betrayed you, he told him things even I didn't know…I can't trust him, not that I ever did, not like I trusted you.
I'd have followed you anywhere. I'd have come with you if you'd let me. I'd jumped off this bloody roof with you. I'd have followed you everywhere. I'd have followed you anywhere. Why didn't you let me follow you, Sherlock?