Sherlock and John have been friends, best friends, since the first day of school. They plan to spend their whole lives together. All their tomorrows. But what if the whole world wants to split them apart? welcome to badwritingfest (this is the definition of shit and cheesy and the writer being sad and making John cry instead of crying himself so humour me okay) edit: yikes I wrote this a long time ago pLEASE DON'T JUDGE ME OR MY THOUGHT PROCESSES BY IT CHEERS
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