Dear Sherlock,
Why did you never tell me?
I would have given you anything, and more. I know that now, its to late. To late to apologize, to help you out for one more time. Seriously, I just want to punch you in the face, so that you punch me back, so that I know, that I am still alive.
I think I'm going crazy. I thought I heard your voice last night, very quiet, whispering. I did not respond, I was afraid it was you. Just pretended to be asleep. But I have to answer now. Because the Voices in my head won't go away. I need you back, Sherlock. I want you here, by my side, in your chair, Sherlock. Please.
Because I love you
John Watson
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Dear John
Fanfiction(Sherlock) Okay. I want to tell you something, John. Something I never got to tell you.
