Oh hey there. This is going to be kind of a hipster-y sort of story. Coffee shops, bookstores, rainy days, sharing umbrellas, warm jumpers, big blankets, poetry, the whole lot <3 {TW: Mentions of self-harm and domestic abuse} Picture drawn by me. {I wrote this when I was 14!! I am 21 now! Pls be gentle w my soul aa!!!!!!}

It's hard watching your children grow up, especially for this consulting detective and his blogger. This is the story of Hamish and his dads John and Sherlock. Sequel to 60 Ways to Say Goodbye

(Sequel to 'Beside You- A Johnlock Fanfiction') Now, finally reunited and married, the consulting detective takes his blogger for a honeymoon in Paris- but not is all as it seems, because awaiting amongst the enchanting sights and blissful haze is a figure from the past, who has news of a new nemesis who wishes to topple their newfound paradise in search of bloodthirsty revenge. To top things off, the new couple begin to wonder how thin is the line between the future and the past when a strange midnight incident occurs at Saint-Michel, triggering a new, shattering string of events- and buried memories. Some of which should have remained buried for much longer... (Inspired by the song 'Between The Raindrops' by Lighthouse and Natasha Bedingfield. Contains major fluff.)

John is devastated by his best friend and secret love, Sherlock's death. He copes by visiting his grave every day for sixty days. Will this be closure enough, or will John need more to know that Sherlock has heard his words?