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.:Believe:.So often it rained when John went to visit his best friend's grave. Maybe he chose those days deliberately. They fit his mood. He sometimes felt like the sky was sharing his pain. He'd never been the same since that day. He wasn't even sure if he'd smiled or even had a happy emotion since that day. He couldn't let him go. It had nearly been 3 years and yet he still couldn't. What a truly brilliant man he was. There it was; a crack of a smile. A smile that only ever came to him when he remembered the sociopath. For that brief moment, he was happy but it never lasted. His smile would fade the moment he realized these were just memories.
People kept telling him it would be okay. He would move on. All the cliché things one would say when someone lost a loved one. John could never take them seriously because he knew everyone around him had lost faith. Everyone had bought into the lies broadcasted on the papers and television and accused him of being in denial because of how close he wa
Benedict Who?Hey, Greg, you busy? - JW
Nope. Just finished a case. What's up, John? - GL
Kinda hoping for some company. Been a hard day. - JW
I understand. 8 month anniversary today, isn't it? - GL
... Yeah. So if you wouldn't mind coming over? - JW
Sure. I'm over at Molly's. Give me 20 minutes? - GL
See you then. - JW
A polite knock on the door about half an hour later had John limping to the door to open it. Greg Lestrade walked in, a small smile on his face. John closed the door and led the way to the armchairs in the center of the room. John took Sherlock's old chair while Greg settled into John's usual chair.
"So," Greg started quietly, staring at John. "How you holding up?"
"Been better," John said sadly. "Been worse. It just kind of hit me all at once today, you know?" Greg nodded, sending John a compassionate glance.
"What do you want to do?" Greg asked curiously. "Trade stories, sit in silence, watch telly?" John huffed out a strained laugh and ran a hand through his hair.
"I don't think I
"Of course it is happening inside your head, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?"
Quote by JK Rowling from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.
This was created at Island Tattoo in Beach Haven, Long Beach Island, NJ, USA by the amazing Rebecca.
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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