Because Sad!Watson is saaaaad D: I can't imagine how painful it would be for this man. Losing two important people in your life with barely any time between them must have been hard for him
There was no funeral.
No grave,
Nothing.
When the great Sherlock Holmes departed from this world
He left nothing behind.
Save one thing,
His Boswell.
He left...
Dr. John Watson sobs,
Wails,
Surrounded by his memories,
Thoughts of his friend.
And when the doctor collects himself,
Calms himself enough to move,
He leaves.
Leaves all the memories,
The rooms,
The possessions.
He leaves,
Goes to his wife,
Her arms are warm
And she is loving.
And she is there.
And through this sadness,
The man lives,
Is able to go on.
Because of his wife.
But slowly, the illness takes her
And he sobs,
Wails,
And is surrounded by his memories,
Thoughts of his wife.
She died.
There is a funeral
And the doctor stares at her grave with a heavy heart.
He is alone,
Utterly alone.
His friend, his wife…
So many things died that day.
There was a funeral
And the doctor wishes with all his being that it could have been his own.