Retiring was the second most difficult thing that Sherlock Holmes had ever done.
Not for the reasons you might think; not because he was leaving behind a life that he once loved, nor because he feared spending the rest of said life in a way that not many years before would have driven him mad with its simplicity.
No, it was hard for one reason and one reason alone: Watson.
How could he so easily go away to Sussex and leave behind the man who for the better part of twenty years had been his closest companion, his brother in arms, his friend? Of course it was not goodbye forever, but still, with only the occasional weekend visit it just wouldn't be the same.
Holmes would not often miss the days of clients coming to his door to beg for help with their problems. He would not often miss the thrill of the hunt, nor the rush of pride he felt with every puzzle solved.
But he would each and every day miss the companionship of the man he had come to love as a brother.
Saying goodbye was the first most difficult thing that Sherlock Holmes had ever done, and he pondered to himself that if only Watson could somehow come with him, he would gladly leave everything else behind.
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