Sherlock,
I don't know where to start.
I missed you so, so much. Almost everything reminded me of you: every time I got in a taxi I would think of our first night together; every time I walked past the park where we had our first kiss; every time I walked past the hotel we stayed in it would be like I had been stabbed in the heart, just by the memory of you. You were my everything, Sherlock.
I was angry at first. You left me, of course I was angry. Then I began to question everything. Was it my fault you left? Is it just because you couldn't face telling me that you hated me?
I wanted you back. I thought you might come back.
But that's not possible now, is it?
-JW
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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...
