Mumbles of whispers, of words you spoke to your own grave. Riddles, he disliked riddles. Liked games, stupid stupid games. Easily bored, annoyingly happy. Full of life. Flung himself off of a bloody building, made me watch. Friends, friends protect eachother.
Missing you, like this is such sweet sorrow
Notes. Invidual ones. Each with a name, each with a memory. One shared. One eventually forgotten. Letters, words, sentences. Tears, falling, scattering pieces of your heart here and there, not borthing to where they land. Where he landed. What he did.
Wont you come back to me
Regret. Pain sadness. Come back, Come home. Fall right into my arms and never look down. I'll catch you, always catch you. You'll never be alone. Never without a body by your side, friend, husband, lover.. I miss you, I bet you miss life.
I'll be here today and here tomorrow
That phone call. The clues he left. Come find me, John. He gave me two days to give in. I'm stubborn. He liked that.
I wanted you to stay, I'd have gone wherever you did. You, forever a great mind. You couldn't let that happen, could you? Sherlock Holmes beat me again.
I should've known.
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