Author's Note: If I owned Sherlock, I would be writing season 3 right now, and probably trying put myself in the episodes. (I can't be the only one) This made me sad to write (that's weird for me), but it looses something because I keep loosing my formatting for some reason. Anyone know how it fix that?
Do you remember that day?
The day I saw the hound?
I was so afraid John.
So afraid.
And I hurt you because of that fear.
I'm afraid John.
Look at me. I'm afraid.
I'm going to hurt you again.
I'm going to hurt my best friend.
And it breaks my heart.
There's nothing I can do John,
my hands are tied.
Because as much as hurting you breaks my heart,
standing by and watching you die would hurt more.
And I can't let it happen.
I owe you my life John.
Don't you understand?
I would do anything for you.
Anything at all.
Even this.
Even die.
But of course, I can't tell you.
You'd try and change my mind
and I have to protect you,
because friends protect people.
You taught me that.
Stay with me.
I'm so afraid, I can't do this alone.
I need you here.
Even though it will hurt.
Forgive my weakness John.
I wish I could have thanked you.
Hugged you goodbye.
For what little it's worth,
I'm so sorry John.
So, so sorry.
Goodbye John.
Don't hate me.
Please.
Please, please, please...
I'm so sorry.