Author's Note: Tiny chapter. But it's not over yet. Two more chapters coming. I am so weak I mean I update so often. Maybe you like that but my goal is to rip your heart out and drive you nuts. Obviously not working out so well.
I suppose you want to know what it was that I told him. What I hadn't gotten to tell him before he fell. What I told him every chance I got before I slept. Everyone always asks.
But I'm afraid I can't tell you. I'm sorry. I can't. You'll have to ask him if you ever get the chance. But I cannot promise you he will say. He hasn't told anyone yet. A few people have asked about me. He usually turns and walks quickly away, his eyes drifting to the ground.
And, though I don't want him to die, I can't wait for the day I see him again. I hope he dies as peacefully as I did. As happy. In the arms of someone who means the world to him. Someone he loves with all his heart.
~John Watson