How dare she? HOW DARE SHE! She always leaves me. Always runs off. Always runs away. I can't keep her.
She always holds herself responsible.
I hate it. She always runs off to fix it herself, so no one else will get hurt.
And then they do.
And she hurts herself even more.
I try so hard.
I try.
I really do.
I try so hard to keep her safe.
I tried so hard, when she was little.
To keep her happy.
To keep her away from the life of a Holmes.
To keep her able to feel.
But then she felt to much.
And everyone around her started to feel as well
So she would always harm us, give us up, in order to save us from her feelings.
She never understood that keeping her safe was our job, not vice versa.
And now I can't get to her.
Can't keep her safe.
Molly is gone as well. I remember, waking up in the middle of the night, in a cold sweat, after a dream that her and John were gone.
I never told her how much she meant.
Now she really is gone.
Now I wake up in a cold sweat, and go to see her being tortured.
And I hate myself.
Because I can't keep the most important people safe