Sitting, Watching, Waiting

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SHERLOCK'S P.O.V

The one moment.

The one where your whole life waited for.

It happened.

But it didn't last. I savored each and every second.

It was over now.

This was just a memory. A dream.

The time I woke up, when my surroundings reminded me of when and where I was.

In an alley. Sitting, watching, waiting for the one man to come. But that was all a dream.

My heart stopped pumping blood. The feeling, it was indescribable, realizing that John and I were never to see each other.

I gave up on waiting, letting nature take my body.

Ready to die.

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