John,
Such a waste, your beautiful face distorted and angry, red with tears. I saw you there, at my tombstone, after the funeral. You asked me to stop being dead, to come back to you.
I'm alive, John. I'm still alive.
And I wish that I could tell you. But I can't. For the good of everyone I care about, especially you. I love you John. You'll never read this letter, but I promise you, I will be back soon.
I can't stand to see you cry. Please, hold on, for me John.
I'll be home soon.
Just a few weeks and I will be back in your arms and I will never leave your side, ever again.
Your endless love,
Sherlock Holmes
Dated: January 18th 2012
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Beloved My John - Johnlock
FanfictionJohn, You asked me once why I loved you. You asked me why someone as extraordinary as me could love someone as ordinary as you. To me John, you are extraordinary. I have never been good at expressing the way I feel about you in words. So instead...
