sleepyrie

--- start. It could not happen. It should never happen. It happened. Sherlock Holmes committed suicide. He stood there, watching him being taken away. Further and further and further from his reach until he could not see his best friend anymore. Situations rose and fell in his mind as he tried to find a possibility, just one would do, one to prove he was alive, he had escaped not that word not the word he hated to hear just one solution to prove Sherlock was alive alive alive is good. Gone from here is bad bad very bad. He reflected then, as one was known to in loss. They have - or had, past tense - a strange relationship of sorts, one that

I just want you to know that I find you unbearable sometimes. The way you speak to me in a manner that is full of pretense and mask your hatred in smiles. But sometimes I really like you and glad we're friends. I just want you to know that I find you rather attractive. I like the way your hair falls and the way you slip your hand into mine and the feeling it gives me. I love the way I feel about you. I want you to talk to me more and have conversations that last for a long time and for us to hang out often and just be each others'. I just want you to know that I find you adorably kind. The things that we talk about and your reactions to

      orange juice and                       warm bodies           it was a tuesday morning when you entered my life                        tuesdays were lovely               and filled with us                                       hot tea and                                                   numb fingers                                 december carried such                                                                 magical things                                           like snow, and kisses, and love              cold coffee and                                   broken hearts       you left me on a rainy tuesday morning