Hello amazing people! 1 Chapter and the epilogue after this one. Reviews are so kind, and thankyou for all the favourites and follows :). The 3rd part of this chapter is a voice recording.
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My mind is a corrupt palace, full of lost hope and regret. Oh the things we could have done, the places we could have been. Too late. Too god damn late, Sherlock. I am done. I am so over it all. 'The dye is cast'. 5 days from now, I will go to the hospital. Yes, the very same one you flew off of. I will evade sight. I will climb the steps, one by agonizing one, wondering what you were thinking when in my place. What you were thinking in that big, human brain of yours. Definately not the same things as me. I'll leave a recorded message on my phone, telling people. How I just couldn't go on after you had gone. The only thing I will be thinking is how much I love- loved you, and how nothing else will matter, how it will be all over, I will be in a better place, with you, when I fly. The anticipation is almost killing me, Sherlock. Pardon the pun. And I just can't wait. -JW
2 days down... 3 to go. I am practically radiating excitement. I will finally see you again. The dreams will stop. It will go back to the way it was, just in a different place. I haven't told anyone. No one will miss me. Mycroft thinks I'm getting better. Ding dong, he is wrong... I have another question for you, actually. Where is Jim Moriarty? I would have been sure that he would have contacted me by now, if only to make threats. Soo many questions left unanswered. Soo many lies, secrets. Oh. Why did you leave me? WHY?! I've got to go now. I'm actually just about to record the 'goodbye' message. I will be sure to send you a copy, Sherlock. Please, enjoy. But not too much. -JW
*Uh, hello. This is... John Watson. And this is my note. Because that's what people do, isn't it. Uh, first. To Greg Lestrade. Thankyou for trying to help me, and please don't feel bad that I am doing this. To Harry. I'm sorry. For everything. Mrs Hudson. The best landlady in London. Thankyou for giving me the flat. Mycroft. You have really gone out of your way to care about me lately. And, um... I'm very grateful. But there is only one person I need right now. And that person is dead. Sherlock Holmes. I loved you. I... I am doing this for the greater good, if only to see you once more. I will miss everyone dearly... But none as much as I've missed Sherlock in the past few months. Please, forgive me like I never forgave him. I believe in Sherlock Holmes. Apologies to all. Goodbye. John Watson.*