September 30th

This morning I knocked on John's door. He'd already woken up so it was only a moment before he greeted me. I had made him tea, without anything, the way he prefers it. He thanked me and only took a sip of it, then left it on the side table next to his chair and went to work.

He barely said a word to me the whole morning. I don't understand what I am supposed to do to get him to speak to me. When he returned from work I even tried to make small talk. I would do anything to get him to say more than two words at a time. I'm dearly afraid that tomorrow he'll come down stairs with all his belongings packed up and just leave. I can't let that happen.

Maybe, if I make John realize how I really need him, he'll find it in his heart to stay. I'll get Lestrade to find me a case, any case. Even a boring one, I just need John to stay.