Just a Neighbor
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  • LECTURAS 32
  • Votos 2
  • Partes 1
  • Hora <5 mins
Concluida, Has publicado ene 08, 2017
*Oneshot*

Straight posture. Steady arms.

Nothing could be heard but my musical instrument blaring Clair de Lune around the flat. I played as loud as I could. The whole place was desserted, all but me and the landlady.

I hadn't calculated the possibility of having a neighbor sign for a flat.


Yet, there was. Someone who could lead me to a path filled with serenity not experienced through being antisociable.


Strangers; bounded by the sound of music.


A/N: It was inspired by a Sherlock fanfic I read in DeviantArt. I forgot the title, but whoever wrote it, you are awesome!
Also, this is not a Sherlock-fic.
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