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4 months, 5 days, 6 hours since Sherlock jump of that roof.
221B of baker street hasn't been the same since he's gone, John can't get over it, every night he screams his name in his sleep, on the mornings he stares at Shelock's bedroom door with the hope that he shows up and everything has been a nightmare, I had only been with john for two months but it has been long enough to know that he loved him and that no one in this world would be able to fill that hole that Sherlock left in his heart. No, he wasn't his lover, he was his friend, his best friend, and now he's gone but no one can belive it, I didn't know him but from what John has told me, he was brilliant.
When I asked john what happened with Sherlock he only told me that he jumped off a roof but he didn't tell me why, no matter how many times I asked the only answer I got was "I believed" and when I asked " believed in what?" he answered "I believed in him".
These last few days I've been making a little research and I found Sherlock's blog , I have to admit the I didn't like it, it's way too pretentious but then I read john's blog, and then I get it, I finally get it and now I can I say that I believe too.