Skinny Love: A Johnlock Fanfiction

I'm Sorry...

But I'm done.

I really cannot finish this story. Heck, I feel like I can't finish any of the stories on here. In all honesty, I'm just not feeling it anymore. The Sherlock fandom, Wattpad, fanfiction. I can't associate myself with any of it.

Maybe it's the fact that I'm a senior in high school, and a majority of the fandom is a few years younger. Or maybe it's that I need to be more focused building a portfolio, applying for colleges, juggling AP classes, and earning money than writing fanfiction. But really, it comes down to this: I'm not enjoying this anymore. Two years ago, I was in love with BBC Sherlock, the fandom, Johnlock... Everything. I loved writing fanfiction for it. Now I don't. Simple as that.

I know I'm going to get a lot of angry messages about this. Go ahead, I don't blame you. I know many of you have remained dedicated, truly loving fans. And I thank you deeply for encouraging me
to continue. This story began as a reflection of my time struggling with anxiety and anorexia. It has been 3 years since my recovery, and I am as healthy and happy as a stressed out 18-year-old can be. Creating a story based on the most difficult time of my life with characters I adored was a labor of love.

How was I going to end this? Pretty simply. Sherlock would go off to Cali for a few months, recovering. John would wring his hands and wait for him to return. Then Sherlock is back, healthy, happy, BAM! Johnlock. Woohoo. (Bad ending, honestly)

I can post the scraps of some parts of the ending, if you want. Like, a tiny scrap, but it's something.

But I challenge you to write a better ending than me. Seriously, I know most of you can. You are all so capable and creative, and I'd love to see what you'd do.

Again, I'm so sorry.

Thanks for reading.

~Meg