John was back in a room with his therapist. Sherlock had died a few days ago and he was still a bit shaken up.
"My best friend, Sherlock Holmes, is dead." John said. His therapist sighed.
"We talked about this John. Sherlock Holmes was never alive. He was just one of your personalities." she said. John started crying.
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My mind is fucked up.
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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
