Two pieces of paper fell from the pages; the first one was the other half of their first conversation, the paper that had been slipped under a door of the manor. I love you!
Sherlock lay in his bed with the skull; That should sound wrong, shouldn't it? ;)
John was dying. He didn’t know how he knew it, but he had never been so sure of anything in his life. OhGodOhGodOhGod...
Ok, you made it all better and then you make him die??? -> see icon!
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Date: 2011-10-17 02:24 pm (UTC)Two pieces of paper fell from the pages; the first one was the other half of their first conversation, the paper that had been slipped under a door of the manor.
I love you!
Sherlock lay in his bed with the skull;
That should sound wrong, shouldn't it? ;)
John was dying. He didn’t know how he knew it, but he had never been so sure of anything in his life.
OhGodOhGodOhGod...
Ok, you made it all better and then you make him die??? -> see icon!