How do I begin to explain Sherlock Holmes?
The man could be completely mental, but he was brilliant.
He could tell what you did for a living based on your shoes.
He would know your life story simply by looking at the lines on your face. I'm not joking about that. He'd know whether or not I'd spoken to my sister just by looking at my face.
Once, I though Sherlock had read my mind. I had just looked up from a book when he answered my thoughts. He'd studied my behavior over a few minutes, watching my eyes wander across the room. It was fantastic.
There's no way that he could have faked that. There is just no way. He said it was a magic trick, that it was all a lie. Tell me this, then. When I first met Sherlock Holmes, he knew that I didn't get along with my sister. He knew about her drinking problem. He knew that she was separating from Clara. He knew that I was an army doctor returning from war, and he knew that my limp was psychosomatic. How could he have faked all of that?
The world turned on him at one mention of disbelief. Sherlock did so much for all of you, and you let him down. He saved the government, kept you all safe. But he wasn't ordinary like us. You didn't like that. He was different, and things that are different must be wrong.
He was a man. He was the most human person that I've ever met. Sherlock didn't like to show that side of him. He kept his emotions private.
Here are some things that you probably didn't know about Sherlock:
-He was a talented composer
-He knew a great deal about bees
-His disguises were impeccable
-He knew every street in London like the back of his hand
If I tried to write about him being human, he'd tell me to delete it. So I would. And he'd kill me if I published this. He'd say that it wasn't right for me to do this in his memory. Maybe it isn't. I just have to write something. I'll go crazy if I don't. I know that people will think I'm crazy. I've already gotten dirty looks on the street. I'm Sherlock Holmes's faithful blogger. I'm the man who believes, the fool that follows the madman. Thing is, I wouldn't have it any other way. In this world of lies, I know the truth. Sherlock Holmes was a madman, yes, but he was a good man. He would never commit the crimes he's been charged with. I'm posting this with a news video. I know what's being said. I'm just going to choose not to listen.
John stopped typing. Sherlock would kill him if he posted this. He was always trying to be a god to the public, showing off his inhuman knowledge. Jumping off of St. Bart's showed that he could die physically, but he would never want his memory to die. John highlighted what he had written and hit the delete button. Sighing, he wrote one sentence and clicked the post button.
He was my best friend, and I'll always believe in him.