We are just alike, you and I.
Condemned to see too much, to have a too profound understanding of reality, to walk amongst our fellow earthlings with no pitiful veil to blur our vision.
We notice, everything.
We know it's all pointless, we know they run in circle, we see all of their illusions.
The delicate and yet relentless mechanism that runs our brains needs constant work, we can't close our eyes, we can't stop, we can't walk amongst them like ordinary people, we are faster, we fly higher, we are...more.
And alone.
All my life I've been looking for distractions, all my life I've been searching for someone who could understand.
Searching for my kind.
And then I finally find you, an intelligence so brilliant that it shows in your eyes, an entire universe to explore, Van Gogh's starry night staring at the world through your gaze... You, my only hope. I threw my heart above the high murals that I've learned to build during the whole of my existence, because I had only one chance and I wanted to reach you.
But you refused me and my heart crashed, and broke, reduced to cosmic powder, matching the brilliance of the gaze you turned away from me.
You chose the veil.
You pulled the brake.
You preferred them, the ordinary people.
You left me on my own.
You made me fall.
I owe you, Sherlock.
I owe you a fall.
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Sherlock one shots
FanfictionTiny little random writings based on the Sherlock BBC fandom, involving canon and original characters.
