“I can’t keep doing this Sherlock, please.
Stop haunting me.
Waking up each morning, hearing you and thinking you’re back.
I….I almost don’t want to wake in the morning…And now…I just can’t…
Please…”
“But John, this is the real me.
You have to believe in me.
Continue to believe in me.”
Why the hell do I do this to myself.
So I made this. And I became sad. It’s only flats…Didn’t feel like shading.
I always think of John having these dreams where he thinks Sherlock is back and his heart just breaking a little more each time. So much that when Sherlock came back he wouldn’t believe him.
I am sure there are FanFictions of stuff like this.