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“You shouldn’t be here, luv…it’s not healthy…”
John did not look at Mrs. Hudson, knowing she spoke the truth. “I don’t care,” he murmured. He came to the grave site often. Sometimes every day. It couldn’t be helped. He felt lost, alone, empty without Sherlock. “This is all that’s left…”
“He wouldn’t want this. He’d want you to live…”
His head shook. He had lost friends, but this was different. There was no living without Sherlock.
Mrs. Hudson patted his shoulder affectionately. “You know…a king never dies…just sleeps.”
John looked at her quizzically then, wondering what she meant by that.