Untitled (not sure if i will write - may not have time)

by Cumberflumber

Traumatised by Sherlock's death, John is unsure if he'll ever be able to carry on in life. He never got to tell Sherlock that one sentence that has been racing around his head for too long, and now he'll never be able to. But when John runs into a man who claims to have been in Afghanistan with him, John struggles to push past Sherlock and let this new man into his life.

It was a sad feeling, knowing what I was about to do. It was sad talking to him. It was sad knowing he had no idea what was going on. It was sad lying to him. I am Sherlock Holmes and I am not a fake. I am Sherlock Holmes and I am in love with my blogger. He was the last thing I thought about before the wind started rushing past my face and as the ground grew closer.