Quinn scribbles tainted emotions across thin layers of white paper. But to who? To someone who blinks once, sees her, and blinks again-just to make her disappear. To someone who sees her as a symbol of the ocean. To someone who thinks the ocean is disgusting and hideous, filled with trash and pathetic wandering fishes. To someone who believes that Quinn needs to be a size zero to be labeled as 'beautiful.' If she isn't, why in the world will anyone care to love her? She's disgusting. Worthless. An enormous sailboat that makes the world sink. But how long will it take until she sinks herself?

Sherlock Holmes - beautiful and broken and he's got a traumatic past that he vows to keep silent. John Watson - quiet, simple but extraordinary, so he keeps himself buried in books. John finds Sherlock on the vile, horrid streets in the darkest part of london, and helps him. He does not know why, or how, but nevertheless he cares for him. He was never able to pry into much of Sherlock, and vice versa. But over time, slowly and carefully he gets Sherlock to open up. And there he finds his deepest and darkest secret he holds. But as John's world grows enventually, Sherlocks has begun to shrink - and rapidly. How far will John go to save the boy he has come to love completely? With music ;)) (((((triggers!! things like self harm, depression, abuse, suicide!! please be aware that this story is badly written and my first fanfic!!)))