John,
You're all I think about. My thoughts, night and day, are haunted with the memories of us, together. But the voices tell me things I would have never thought were true. Do you hate me? You said you did, on the day I left. Is it true?
It's getting harder and harder to tell what's real and what's in my head.
I need answers, John.
-SH
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Fanfiction"John, i'm so, so sorry. -SH" Set after The Reichenbach Fall, Sherlock is struggling without his blogger to keep him right. The voices in his head are back, and they tell him such horrible things...
