You had asked me to hold your hand.
And oh, how I tried to hold on Sherlock. I tried so hard. And I am so so sorry for ever letting go.
But they pulled me away eventually, while I was still in a deep haze of shock and disbelief. I sat for hours with a blanket around my shoulders, unable to speak to anyone in fear of what might escape me.
Only once I was alone did the tears come.
You told me not to say goodbye. I won't. But it is so hard when you have now died twice. Men can only be so immortal. Eventually they must fall. The army taught me that.
You told me not to say goodbye, so I won't. I just ask that you'll wait for me. Because I'm on my way.