It's been a year, since the fall. A lonely, lonely year. I wish that it had never happened, and now my life just feels like nothing without him. I'm so lonely, and I miss him. He was real, and more importantly, he was my friend. My only friend. And this is my note.

I don't have anyone to write to- my only friend is dead. Harry- stay off the drinks, will you? For me? Your dead brother.

I guess that's it, really… the pain has just gone too far to ever be repaired. It's my only choice. I wish it didn't have to end like this, but wishing gets you nowhere, as every day, I pray that Sherlock is still alive.

I guess that leaves me to say goodbye… so, goodbye.

~JW