I don't know how, but Greg managed to make me let go of Sherlock.
Now I was here.
221b Bakerstreet.
Home.
I didn't know if this could ever be my home again.
His experiments were still on the table in the kitchen.
Colored Liquids in Test tubes and unknown chemicals in tea caddies.
There won't be any dangerous
experiments, no more Severed body parts in the frigde. No wild curly head explaining the world to the police. No more letters he pierces with his knife.
It wasn't home without the consulting detective. I knew he told me that he was a liar, but I could not believe it. No one could fake beeing such annoing all day. Only for a secound, I smiled at this thougt. No one will ever convince me that he was a deceiver. A braggart, yes, but not a deceiver. Now this flat was empty. Empty without my braggart. Empty without my Consulting Detective.
It wasn't home without Sherlock.
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RandomWARNING: death, suicide, drugs, violence, many tears, emotional content (I hope it doesn't destroys you :) ) After sherlock's death John loses all sense of reason. He sinks into drugs and pain. I'm still at the beginning of my story, so the descrip...
