Two days later Sherlock stumbles twice and nearly falls. The second time I guide him to a nearby bench and sit him down. He has been very quiet this day.
“I can’t see out of my right eye, John,” he whispers. I can hear a tremor in his voice. “It went away about half an hour ago.”
I just nod. “We should go home.”
“This case is almost done. Let’s finish it.” He looks at me, pleading.
“I wish I could stop this,” I whisper.
He reaches out and grabs my hand. I grip it tightly. I profoundly do not care if anyone gets the wrong idea.
Alone on the Water (x)That^ is all i’ve ever read of that story and i already want to cry!!!!!
FUCK NO.
NONONONONONO.
NOT THIS FUCKING FIC.
I’M ALMOST CRYING THINKING ABOUT IT.
JESUSFUCK.
I’ve never cried so much at a fic than at Alone on the Water WHY WOULD YOU MAKE THIS WHYYYY
(Source: iwillbeyourgoal)
Why would someone post this!! D”“”:
FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLSSSS I AM LITERALLY CRYING, I’M A 17 YEAR OLD PHYSICS MAJOR AND I’M CRYING OVER A...
Noooooo I DID NOT NEED THIS T_T