A melody under the never ending downpour || A Johnlock fanfiction
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Last published Wed, Aug 14, 2019
'Breaking the soft gaze for a second, Sherlock's eyes flicker back to the wound and then his eyes are back on John's and he utters one word John has never heard about his scar.
"Beautiful." It's almost a whisper with how close the two mens faces are.'
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