Sherlock had just climed into bed , sweat pouring down his sharp cheek bones and lips. His full head of black cules was matterd into clumps where he had once to meany times ran his shaking hands through his hair. He could still see the painfull memories of not but 4 hours ago. He rolled over , pulled the covers over his head and slowly but hesttantily closed his hevey eyes.
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FanfictionSherlock is back from the dead , but can John take him back with open arms . Tears shed and hearts broken . Will the pair finally get the quiet life the both desire or will it end in fire
