I lost you (johnlock)
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How does it feel to se him fall? Feel to watch him disaper in front of you? Feel to lose him?
This take place basicly rigth when Sherlock jumps. and all the feelings John must have and how i think it goes direktly after and the years following . It's a bit of johnlock. not much tho sorry y'all :,3
This thing is kinda a way for me, my self to be able to realy expres how i felt when i lost my best friend and just get it out. And may draw some inspiration from my own journal
Warning. This contains stuff that may trigger some. Pleas read this list before you begin:
-self harm
-suicidal thoughts/actions
-severe depression
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