He almost expected Sherlock Holmes to spread his wings when he fell.
He never told anyone about his pain when Sherlock Holmes died.
The pain that took over himself; Seeing Sherlock Holmes falling off that rooftop.
He never knew that his angel stood there, listening, when he confessed his pain.
He never knew about the tears, the screams his angel let out at night.
He never knew how much his angel regretted lying to him.
He never knew his angel never died.
Another angel died that night.
John Watson spread his wings that night.
John Watson flew.
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