Nineteen
John
Sherlock starts to unbutton his shirt, and before I have the chance to ask what he's doing, he pulls his shirt off completely and turns his back to me.
There are gashes across his back, from his shoulders, disappearing into the waist of his jeans.
"I did this for you." He says quietly.
He turns back to me, and there are more cuts across his chest.
I run my fingers over the thick scars and Sherlock tilts his head down.
I look up at him and smile. "It looks like you need a doctor."
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Suicide of Fake Genius - A Johnlock FanFiction
Fiksi Penggemar"Goodbye, John." "No," he cries. "Don't." I nod, then throw the phone on the roof behind me. John takes the phone away from his ear and screams, "Sherlock!" I spread my arms out and fall forward off the building, hoping that something will catch m...
