Disclaimer: I don't own Author's Note: Okay this one is dark... fitting for the prompt of darkness. Spoilers for The Great Game and mentions a major character death. Also this the last one I've written, but I looking for one word prompts if anyone has them...
There was a difference, he thought, between this and boredom. Boredom was nothing, fleeting compared to this.
Mrs Hudson was the only one keeping him alive. Her meals turned up every time the lights came on, even if he didn't notice her actually come in. But how could he? Every moment he was awake was spent debating, reanalysing, and trying in vain to find a way to save J…him. To get him away from Moriarty and the pool. But every way still ended in death, still ended in the darkness that had taken over his senses and brought him to… this.
This existence where darkness had taken over everything. Where boredom, the worse part of his existence before was nothing.
Nothing compared to this, where it felt as if all the world had been coated in black, as if someone had turned off very light that existed and he was left standing here in the dark.
Alone.