All that I wanted was to live. I didn't know how, but I wanted to. I wanted life. I wanted the blood to rush into my veins, the air to fill my lunges, the light to blind my eyes. I wanted to feel every single cell in my body, to feel the wind on my face, to feel the sun on my skin. I wanted to be. To share. To give. And I never wanted to take anything. But I had to. I had to take lives away, to take people's last breath. To kill them. It was the price for me to feel, to live again. After the horror of war, I was alone, I was broken. I'd never expected anything to make me feel better. But you did. You freed me from my memories. You made me feel alive, you helped me overcome my past, you were here for me. I wasn't alone anymore. I was happy. And now. Now you're gone. Sherlock.