09-06-2017, 01:51 AM
Sherlock glanced around, his gaze soon landing on John. He stared at him sikentky. He wanted to say something to him. But waht could he say? He was getting married soon. Hehad no time for Sherlock anymore. He blinked, keeping his gaze locked on John. He felt a sudden overwhelming feeling clutching at his chest. He blinked, shifting his gaze away from John.
Soon a familiar stinging had entered his eyes. He gritted his teeth, angrily wiping away the tears. That's all he had been doing for the past two weeks was cry when he wasn't doing small cases with Lestrade. He was sick of it. He couldn't change what had happened so there's no sense getting upset over it.
He soon stood up, moving away from the bench, his gaze downcast.
Soon a familiar stinging had entered his eyes. He gritted his teeth, angrily wiping away the tears. That's all he had been doing for the past two weeks was cry when he wasn't doing small cases with Lestrade. He was sick of it. He couldn't change what had happened so there's no sense getting upset over it.
He soon stood up, moving away from the bench, his gaze downcast.
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