Honest

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by nightingnle

by nightingnle

I hope you find a way to be yourself someday
In weakness or in strength
Change can be amazing
So I pray for the best, I pray for the best for you

Sherlock Holmes was holding a syringe while his soft and warm hand was laying between his tights, the cocaine wave running through his blood and faking a pleasure feeling.

"Why do I keep trying to stop thinking about this... About you?", his deep voice echoed inside his head, hurting his ears and heart. "Bloody Watson..."

A heavy boot step filled up the small room of the 221B flat. Sherlock didn't even looked at the door and kept staring at the ceiling, hypnotized and absorbed in his wave.

Rough hands suddenly hold his own, making his eyes softly slide into the face of the one that was in front of him.

"John. You are back."

"I never left."