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Chapter 3.
I do hope that Sherlock's alive, but I'm beginning to lose hope. I wrote a letter, not long after his death.
Dear Sherlock,
I am still waiting for your return. I miss your company, I miss your laugh, I miss your smile, I miss you. I still don't understand why you jumped, is it because you were made out to be something you were not? I didn't believe them either. I still leave the door unlocked incase you are alive and you do come back. I still make two cups of tea and I never let anyone sit on your chair. Please don't be dead, please. This is hard to say, but.. I love you. Not just as a friend.
Forever yours,
John Holmes.
If he ever reads that letter, he'll finally know how I felt about him after all this time. I've went back to counselling, but it isn't really helping much.
Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door. Who was it at this time?! It's eleven thirty at night for God sake! I turned the key clockwise. Standing in the doorway, was Sherlock.
