Six
Sherlock
I almost blew my cover today. I like to mix up my hiding spots so if John notices me by any chance, he wouldn't be able to find me in the same spot and would think he made the whole thing up.
I knew he wasn't going to see me, and if I'm being honest with myself, I was just bored. I've been waiting around for something exciting to happen—for John to say something that would let me know he felt the same way I did.
But he hasn't yet, and this will be the last day he visits. He has nothing left to say, and I don't blame him.
I was hiding behind a row of trees today, and leaned against one that wasn't half as sturdy as it looked. John glanced up, but didn't see me. I ducked down just in time.
But what if I want him to see me? What if I want him to keep holding onto this hope that I'm still alive. I know he's hoping that now—why else would he come talk to my headstone every week?—but he's losing hope. I can tell by his voice, the way he sounds disappointed and sort of ridiculous for even hoping.
His fingers brush my headstone and his posture slumps a little.
"I guess I had hoped you'd come back," he admits. "But I know now it was stupid to hope that. I was there that day—I saw you jump. I felt for your pulse but there was . . . nothing."
It breaks my heart to see him like this.
I'm sorry, John Watson.
I'm sorry. But that doesn't matter, does it?
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Sorry for the short chapter, I'll try to make it up on Tuesday with a longer chapter! Thank you so much for reading.
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