Alone for three years
No one was there
No one caught his tears,
There was no one to care.
He gave up hope,
He stopped believing,
Was he a fake?
The lies were deceiving....
Trembling hands.
Gasping for breath.
Frightened and shocked.
There had been too much death.
Waiting is dangerous.
And risky to do.
Sherlock is late,
John has jumped too.
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Random Sherlock Oneshots
Fanfiction"I know this is a bit stupid. But..... Happy Birthday Sherlock........... I know this was a waste of time...... Why would I say happy birthday to a grave?" -John Hamish Watson
