The year was 1997, and John Watson moved there just for a summer. He was eighteen, a rebel, and Sherlock's addiction.
"John Watson," he said with a wink.
Sherlock figured that was the moment he toppled over into the dark chasm most people called love.
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FanfictionSherlock remembered the day he had fallen in love with books, but he mostly remembered the day he met John Watson. •cover by @AddictedToTheMadness because she's hella awesome•
