Hey! I feel like I should probably explain-this currently two-chapter story will be a series of letters written by John to Sherlock during the two years that Sherlock was "dead". No Johnlock, although read into it as you will :). That's probably all you need to know, so enjoy! (Sorry for such short little chapters-there will be more soon.)
Journal Entry 1
Dear Sherlock,
Things have been different around here since you left. Mrs. Hudson comes to check on me much more often than she used to, and she's dropped any pretense of not being my housekeeper. When she's not around, though, the flat is too quiet. Before you left, I could always rest assured that something would soon be crashing or smashing or shattering or breaking during one of your experiments, but now all I hear are the cars outside and the kettle as it whistles each hour when Mrs. Hudson insists on making me tea. I'm glad for her company, really, but it would be nice if she'd leave me alone to my thoughts for a while. I finally understand the way you felt when I would blabber on about my blog whilst you were working on a case. (Sorry about that, by the way.) I've wanted to move your chair for a while now—if I moved it, we'd have space to get a chest of drawers, or a bookshelf maybe, to store all the piles of things you left behind. Bit inconsiderate, really, Sherlock—you could've at least tidied up a bit before you went and abandoned me here alone. Every time I try and move it, though, it won't budge. Either you bolted it to the floor in some frenzied state of paranoia, or it's my conscience telling me not to touch it. I'm getting a definite message that you don't want me to mess with your things, even now. Don't worry—I won't. I don't let guests use it, either. Kind of puts a damper on things when I have a date over and I tell her off for trying to use the completely obvious and vacant chair right across from mine, but I guess that's a burden I'll have to bear. For you. Anyway, how're things with you? I know you won't answer me, but I feel like that's the polite thing to ask at this point. Still setting an example for you, you know, wherever you are. I hope you haven't pissed off any spirits or demons yet (although I can say with almost complete certainty that you have), and I wish you the best of luck in solving all the cases given to you in the new detective agency that you've probably started in your new home.
Much love from an empty flat,
John H. Watson
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