Endings, so annoying isn't it. You really get into a story and then it's over. You know it will end at some point, but still it hurts. Now, I would like to inform you that this ending has been COMPLETELY written by my friend ~H. I had no part in the writing of the end. All credit goes to her.
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She's barely sat down before she starts talking. 'John, I'm sorry, but I can't be with you. I love you and it's not your fault, it's mine. And I can't say why, but goodbye. Forget me, find someone new. You're a wonderful man, John. I love you.' She kisses my cheek and whispers a painfully lamentful apology. And she's gone. She was my next crutch, and the love of my life. She can't love me, though. She left.
So I do, too. I go to Barts', say I'm there to see Molly. I go up to the roof, and I follow Sherlock. No last words, no goodbyes. No one left to hear them, I suppose. Goodbye.
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Epilogue:
Every day she went to their graves. Mrs. Hudson would visit, and she'd think about how she should've died first. She took Sherly, whom Mary had never picked up after that date with John, and each day she'd say to her, 'We used to have such a lovely little home. Look at us now.'
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The Broken Home
FanfictionThis is a BBC Sherlock fanfiction created by me and my friend, who'll I'll call ~H. We are only the creator of the character Sherly. Other characters and the Sherlock story is not ours. In our version, Sherlock doesn't come back after two years. Thi...
