A Rush Of Blood To The Head
So I'm gonna buy a gun and start a war
If you can tell me something worth fighting for
Life – the kind of life he'd chosen to live – had become entirely too predictable. And the people – so mind-numbingly stupid!
Even Seb – with his skills and his methods – it all got old very quickly.
And then, a name. A thoroughly ridiculous one. Seriously, who the fuck names a child Sherlock? Ah, he giggled about that for days.
Who cares about a name, right? Not when the man the name came with was so – so not ordinary.
He'd been so bored and then for a while, he hadn't been.
But now – the tedium, the endless banality of life.
He'd thought Sherlock was the one. So much promise but in the end just like the rest of them.
He was utterly disappointed.
Sherlock was going to pay for that.