By Meadow Rue
I wonder how many times John and Sherlock had phantom flatmate syndrome… seeing something funny or a news story they’d share with the other only to come home to an empty space and a hollow outline where the other man used to be. How many mornings did John make two mugs of tea before he stopped? How many nights did Sherlock stitch up his own wounds and mutter aloud promising to be more careful next time?
one time when i was like 12 my dad wanted me to put a dvd in the dvd player and i was like ‘what do i get in return’ and he said ‘you can have half of the winnings of this stupid lotto ticket’ and he ended up winning 60 dollars and i was so pleased with myself. 30 dollars when youre 12 is pretty much like infinity dollars. he was so mad