In the beggining it was dangerous, but then it became more and more dangerous. It was like a Rubik's cube; the more you moved aimlessly, the more it became harder and harder to solve. The more it became impossible for an average person to solve. If one were to give Sherlock a Rubik's cube I bet he would solve it within the hour. Just like that Rubik's cube Sherlock would solve, everything seemed to be less dangerous.
Sherlock Holmes wasn't average, he was above average. His mind was full of things, things that I still wonder about. Things that I wish he would've shared with me, things that were important to him, things that he thought would have it's purpose later on. He was a genius, he still is a genuis nonetheless. A quite idiotic genuis if I would say so. Everything was a game to him, even his life.
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Goodbye, John.
FanfictionJohn Watson, ex-military doctor and blogger. Sherlock Holmes, ex-consulting detective. Sherlock has fallen and is dead. John is falling and is close to being dead. This is his journey, this is his thoughts, his memories of his long lost love, Sh...
