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It's a cruel trick isn't it, how we finally find ourselves and then we lose everything else. Like a train wreck, the sound of your breathing hits my ears. All the words you're speaking sound like goodbye, and John I don't think either of us can survive that.
"It'll be for the best Sherlock; you'll see soon enough." Your face contorted into something that mimicked hope, but your eyes told the truth. Neither of us wanted this.
"No." This was not happening. You were not going to leave me. Never again, we promised each other. Remember?