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Sherlock
If only he knew I was right here. I wish I could tell him. He thinks I'm an emotionless person, and that I never liked him. I can see it in his eyes. But I do. He is my best friend and I deeply care for him. And I will watch over him for as long as this case will take.
If only he knew.
Moriarty knew that John was my soft spot, he can read people as much as I can. But I guess I never realised myself that I needed John so much until I actually had to fake my death to keep him and the other two alive. But I can't let feelings in the way for now. I have to keep going like I always did, or else I'll just keep getting deeper into Moriarty's mischievous plan to have me killed. If anyone other than Molly and Mycroft were to know this was all an act, some people I care very much about would be killed within seconds.
Destroying Moriarty's web would be difficult, but not impossible. His team is here, close to John, close to Mrs. Hudson and Lestrade. They will obviously stay close to make sure I didn't fake anything, so I won't need to be far from Baker Street if there were to happen anything. I won't let anything happen to John and I will do everything as fast as I can. That's why I'm starting tonight.
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John
Some say I'm lazy. Others say I'm depressed. I need help they say. They say it isn't "normal" for me to still be crying every day after six months. They all say I shouldn't visit his grave every day. I shouldn't stay home all the time. Oh John you should clean yourself up a little. Dr. Watson, when do you plan on coming back to the surgery? John, dear, do you want help to clean his things? Idiots. Staying here, going to the cemetery, sleeping in his bed, cleaning his violin. It's the only way I have to keep him close. The only way I have to keep a little hope that I will see him again. After all, they were the ones to push me back into Baker Street in the first place.
After getting up from the bed and putting on Sherlock's dressing gown, I walked towards his wardrobe. I haven't explored this place yet. I've done the kitchen, the living room and the washroom. I didn't think he hid so many things. Money, eyeballs, a skull identical to his "friend", experiments that were left unfinished… Not that he didn't want me to find them, I think it was more of a way to see if I would say something about it or just let it be. His wardrobe I kept until I finished the rest. I knew most of his things were in here.
I opened it and I felt a few seconds of happiness, as if he were here with me. It only lasted a moment though. I took out the first box. Simple things really, simple things that proved to me I was right, Sherlock was human. Pictures, cut out bits and pieces of newspapers in which he and I appeared… These made me smile. He hated this photo with the famous hat. He couldn't stand it, but he wore it well. The hat itself is in the box too. I put it on. It feels good. I've never seen these other pictures. He's younger. Looks the same though. Those piercing eyes, his curly dark hair. Of course the rest of the wardrobe was full of his material for his experiments. Erlenmeyer, heater, hydrochloric acid, benzene, etc. His computer was thrown in there as well, but I don't know the password to it and I doubt there is anything on it.
The next thing I found surprised me. I didn't think he would have any of this laying around knowing how it could be difficult.
Oh I know, I know, short chapters. Oh well, I guess I should say I'm sorry with little puppy eyes :D
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