Prolog.
Every one in this life gets a choice, they get to chosse wether they live or die, some may chosse stupid and pointless choices but then how can we judge them, we are all humun in the end. Some peopel may regret ever meeting certian pepoel as it caused them pain and grieve, me however i never once regreted meeting my life long friend sherlock holmes of 221b. He was the sort of person that you could never get cross with and you just fell in love with and got use to, but i guesse that some frienships may in the end, never last. My friend left a leagcy that will no doubt only last a year maybe 2, before he begins to fade away in to the darkness. When i heard that he was never comeing back, that the flat would in the end become victem to the dust and decay over the years. I knew then that it was the end and that i had to live a life apart from him but like many we all have storys to tell and this is are story, it is a story that many may not know or may not reamber, it is the story of how we met and became the best of friends.