blood is my version of love

when your charater understands you

A/N: it's late december again and since john's mind is to fucked up to get into right now, this chapter is in sherlock's point of view, enjoy

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It's 15 years, on the dote, since i met john. i think he remebers to, i assume this by the phone calls. they started at 7pm, when i got mad at him for sitting in my spot. it's 10:30 now so i still have 2 hours two go before this nightmare is over. every half-hour i get a call that goes like the one i just got: " hello?" "hey sherly, i just killed lestrade, happy 15 year anniversery" then he hangs up. every time. i can't take care of everyone, however i can hide ms. hudson in the hidden basement.

*two hours later*

i don't know how, but i managed to fall asleep. however, when i woke up, i was laying on top of ms. hudson's dead body and looking into the face of john's. he looked dissappointed, "sherly, you didn't answer my calls, i got worried" how wrong is it that i want to comfort him after he killed all of the people i know, i resist the urge. "sherly, i think, since we've been dating for 15 years, that you should move in with me" i felt a thud on my head and passed out.