𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖎𝖙 𝖎𝖘, 𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖍*𝖙

: Angels

' because we're on the side of the angels , and this world ? isn't meant for angels . '

William Hamish Holmes. Our son. Our six year old son. A beautiful young lad with years ahead of him. He was the image of his father but was nothing like him.

He loved race cars and pirates and bad guys, not detectives with silly hats. He was always happy and never once complained.

He was.

Sherlock and I woke up one morning to find the kids had been kidnapped, and after searching high and low with found footprints. Those footprints lead us to the location of the three child.

They were all alive, Sophie, Rosie and William. Despite being a gunpoint, they were all so brave. That was until we started to play Russian roulette, where the gunman aimed his gun and fired. The one bullet being fired at any random point. Unfortunately, William found that out.

He was brave until the very end.

Our delightful boy, William, died a few days later.

* ;; a short and painful post to write from the rp with

( Bucky_Barnes1013 )