if anyone feels sad tonight please hold this thought for a minute:
the bees in my yard are now so familiar with my walking pace and usual route that they sometimes stop and wait for me to pass when our paths intersect.
No but seriously, I couldn’t see Sherlock and John as ‘just friends’ if I fucking wanted to anymore
because this
certainly doesn’t scream *friendship* to me
That moment, right there, created a conviction so strong that it’s a fixed point in time and space that I will never be able to move as long as I write fic for this fandom.
Sherlock loves John. John realizes this but isn’t sure how to deal with it.
End of. Forever.
This is the moment where my heart shattered into a million pieces.
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