"It's near impossible to live without you. Drive me crazy, drive me to insanity, drive me to live... Drive me to my death."
There was a reason he never missed a case, he never turned down an exciting offer, but he always denied the offers that didn't truly need his help. I was always curious as to why he chose the cases that he did.
"Murder, Mystery, Intrigue.." He would always tell me, and I'd wonder if that was how he chose his cases, based on those three words. He was an infinitely stubborn and devious man, and although his mind was sharp, his knowledge was about as great as his ignorance. He often forgot or misplaced his revolver or experiments and such.. Like his blasted violin which he promptly played at three in the morning every day, kindly keeping me up so he could benefit and practice. We had many arguments, and unfortunately he most always won.
Regardless, today I found him in his chair by the fireplace fiddling with the violin idly staring at the door, his cold gaze seeming blank, but truly in deep thought his concentration didn't break even when I came in, and sat down in my own chair across from him, and of course followed by staring at him. A futile endevour, he never allowed for his thoughts or emotions to be known.
Finally he spoke, spontaneous was his comment and it made me raise my eyebrow just slightly.
"Say Watson, have you ever wondered why when one pushes on a wall nothing happens, but when one pushes on a door it budges..." I was about to speak and parted my lips just a bit to do so only to well, be interrupted by my friend as always, "Also! Why is it difficult to carry the door to its place, but so simple to push and pull it to be open or closed..?" This time I watched him, seeing if he wanted to speak.. Seeing that he was back to simply staring at the wall, I smiled and then chuckled.
"Holmes, I thought it was obvious.." I finally made my comment, "Hmm..?" The detective inquired with a tilt of his head. "Well, the wall is not on hinge-" "No matter, my dear Watson! Time is running out." He interrupted standing up with a start. I wasn't quite sure of what to say now, Holmes always did this. Interrupt me, and well he had a tendency of disrespecting me, but that was a completely different story on its own.
"Wait... Time is running out for what?" I asked, scratching my head, I was quite confused.
"To figure out this formula of course!" Holmes exclaimed, throwing his violin down in his seat and rushing up to the table of vials, and chemicals. His eyes busily studying each vial, before going to work. Quick nimble hands... I marveled, and felt inspired watching the detective work. As much as we argued... I kept my true care and love for him to the side, somewhere where he couldn't see it. I wasn't quite sure I wanted him to know, how I truly felt for him.
"What is it that you do to me? My heart is at war, my mind is chaotic, and the only thing that keeps my heart from dieing, and my mind from suffering, is you."