It’s been quite a while, hasn’t it? Things here are very… quiet. Never used to be a dull day, before the incident at St. Bart’s…
Everything seemed to continue without
Sherlock him. Phones kept ringing, emails kept flooding in, as did letters and questions. Nothing seemed to stop except me. I didn’t really know where to go until Mary came along. She’s tended to me since then and we’ve been getting on alright. I’ve got a full-time job now, so I can afford the price of the flat on my own, though Mycroft may or may not have offered to pitch in on the expenses.
It’s just been… different without him here. Sometimes I still forget, but no one, not even Mrs. Hudson, has the heart to tell me.
I don’t believe I will come back here again, at least not for a while.
If you still bother to read this blog of ours, please do send in some questions, comments, or concerns. It’s been ages since our last case and I’m beginning to feel bored. We all know where that leads.
Sorry things have been so slow around here. Not much has been happening, which is quite odd. Sherlock’s gotten a bit antsy… And there goes the third vase this week.
If you’d be so kind as to send in any suspicions, concerns, or question, it would be appreciated.
A Goodnight Kiss ~ A Sherlock Fanfiction
By urgent request of a friend (trainwreckstateofmind), I am posting this. Don’t read if you hate: Sherlock (BBC), kissing, angst, or blood. You have been warned.
Also: if you can’t read it very well, try to highlight it with your mouse. I will forgive you for covering Aang’s beautiful face.
…Why does everyone insist on doing things like this?
I returned to the flat this evening after work to find Sherlock playing a game called Dance Dance Revolution… When I asked him what he was doing, he replied with, “Shh! In the zone. No speaking while I’m in the zone.”
He’s been in the zone for the last hour or so. Should I be concerned?