He grabs my sleeve and pulls me back to sit on the bench. “I’ve made my peace with it.” He meets my
He grabs my sleeve and pulls me back to sit on the bench. “I’ve made my peace with it.” He meets my eyes. “I never expected to live a long life, John. Always thought I’d meet my end at an early age. Never thought it’d be like this, though. Thought I’d be shot, or blown up. Thought at the very least I’d take someone with me, someone the world needed gone. The idea never troubled me. It’s only of late that the idea of leaving this life began to be – distressing.”“Why?”“I never had anyone to leave behind. Anyone who’d miss me.” He looks at me again and there is something raw behind his eyes. “Will you miss me, John?”My throat feels pinhole-thin. I swallow hard. “Till the end of my days, Sherlock.” -Alone in the Water -- source link
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