January 14, 2014
Don't Ever Let It End—Nickleback (3:49)
Sherlock
Sherlock and John
John grinned at his best friend, out of breath and his arm hurt like Hell where the knife had grazed him but ultimately, deliriously happy. God, don't ever let this end. He prayed in his head.
He was soaring, no plummeting like he had. Why had he never told Sherlock? Would it have stopped him? Please, God, let this end.
A knock on the door. An apparition of sharp cheekbones, blue eyes and pale skin. Well, pale skin covered in red blood after that sock to the nose. But he was home. Alive. Please! Never let this end.
Bees and gardens and streams and sunshine and grey hair and wrinkles. Together now. Together then. Together always. This will never end.
