The last day

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by PhoebeNakahashi

by PhoebeNakahashi

I can't do it anymore. I can't live without him- I refuse to. I was scared at first but I'll get to see him again. Maybe not in this existence, but I'll see him again.

I lift my revolver from the draw. My hands no longer shake like they used to. I leave them a note, of course. That's what people do, isn't it?

I'm sorry. It isn't worth it. My life is meaningless without him. Thank you for everything. I wish I could stay, but I love him too much. I really am sorry. Please don't blame yourselves.

Goodbye forever,

John

I click the bullet into place and press the barrel to the side of my head. Mumbling one last prayer, I hover my finger over the trigger.

Willing myself to pull it and get it over with, I screw my eyes up tight. I am poised to do it when a deep, familiar voice fills the room.

"John Hamish Watson, don't you dare pull that trigger! I'd be lost without my blogger..."