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Disclaimer: I do not own nor am I the creator of any characters below from "Sherlock," that remains property of the BBC, Mark Gatiss, and Steven Moffat. And since the rights to the Sherlock world are now public domain, a shout-out to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. That's correct, I just shouted-out a knight.
I do not own nor am I the creator of any lyrics or music from the song "Without You," that remains the property of Lana Del Rey, Interscope, Polydor, and Stranger.

-I could be your China doll, if you want to see me fall-

I thought about this John, please know I thought about it. A part of me wants you to believe I am dead. I know you don't think I am. I remember you're words at my grave.

My empty grave.

I am so, so very sorry John.

I could have been stronger, made my affections for you less apparent, my kindness towards Mrs. Hudson and my small dependence on Lestrade nonexistent. But I wasn't John. I was weak, fragile, I wanted to be a better human being, a better person when I was around you. You made me happy. How could I not want to be better?

I wanted to understand what these feelings and emotions were like for you to feel. How does John Watson experience emotion?

I was fragile for you John, and I fell because of it.

I could have been your china doll John, but only if you would not have have caught me, if you would have put me back together, than make me beautiful and whole again once I fell.

But you wouldn't have even let me fall, John.

I thought that if I relapsed into drug use, became dependent on narcotics once more and sent my mind into ruin, sent my body into ruin, than Moriarty would stop, he'd have defeated me. But you wouldn't let that happen John, if I had came to you and proposed we pump my body full of drugs and destroy me, you would have said no. You wouldn't have stood for it.

If I had went ahead and just did it, got back on the cocaine and the heroin, dosed myself up so high on morphine stolen from St. Barts that I couldn't remember how to get out of my mind palace... You would have stopped me.

You would have saved me John.

It would never have worked. You would have put me back together, you would have made me beautiful and whole. You already do John. You make me whole. You make me see beauty. Don't confiuse this with me saying you only show me beauty where before I saw darkness. Because I also see darkness where I once saw beauty.

You remind what average human interaction is like John, the trouble with your sister, your near impossible dating life, and the funny way that you always feel the need to be polite to everyone unless they actually piss you off. I don't bother being as overly polite as you do to the mailman, or as kind as you are to the cab driver, nor as helpful as you are towards the check out girl at the grocers.

That's too much to ask of you John.

So instead I am asking you to do the impossible.

Forgive me...

Forget me.

Sherlock has been fraught with more danger than Moriarty could dream up – Martin Freeman did his wrist in slipping on ice after three days on set, Benedict Cumberbatch contacted pneumonia halfway though filming and then hurt his knee during a stunt scene

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