John's Blog

So, I was thinking, I wonder what John's blog post would be after Sherlock fell?

And I think he probably didn't write one, because he needed to get away from it all, but imagine if he did.

I bet it would go something like this:

This is something that my therapist told me to do.

It's the only reason I am doing this.

I met this man, named Sherlock Holmes. If you've been reading my blog, then you know who he is already know who he is.

He is my best friend. My only friend really. Before I met him, my life was filled with terror, from the war. After I met him, my life was filled with a different kind of terror, but the kind that I flourished in.

I went on all kinds of adventures with Sherlock. Everyone could clearly see that he was the brains behind the mystery solving, but even still, we were a team. Me without him, and him without me, well, we always managed to get ourselves in trouble.

Even when we were together we got in trouble of course, but it was a different kind of trouble. We could always help each other to get back out of it. Well...almost always.

I'm sure you remember the case about James Moriarty. And I know that many of you don't believe he ever existed. But he did, and as Sherlock said, he was a spider.

You've read the papers, you know what happened. How Moriarty was innocent, even though he wasn't really. And you saw what happened afterwards, when people stopped trusting that Sherlock was who he said he was.

But I never did. And I never will. Because while he was an annoying person, and most of the time I couldn't stand to even look at him because he had that face on, he was still Sherlock Holmes. 

And I am still John Watson, the man who stood by Sherlock's side through everything. 

When he...told me...that...the stories were true, that he wasn't who he told me he was, I didn't believe him, not for one second.

And when he...fell...and I watched...I could see every moment that Sherlock and I shared pass before my eyes.

And I realized that I never told him how glad I was that I met him. 

I told him plenty that I thought he was a jerk, or a heartless, non-human creature, but I never told him how much I really need him.

Sherlock, I hope that you are reading this. 

And if you are, please, do one last thing for me.

Please. Please Sherlock. Don't be dead. Just this one last thing, for me, please, just don't be dead.

Yeah. Okay.

Cheers!