irrelevantbl0g: irrelevantbl0g: Whatever you do don’t think of Sherlock during The Two Years....

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Whatever you do don’t think of Sherlock during The Two Years. Don’t think of him fighting and killing and ripping apart a terrorist network for John. Don’t think of him with cuts on his face and bruised ribs and sore knuckles and an aching heart. Don’t think of all the times he just wanted to go home.

Don’t think of all the times he wrote a letter and never sent it. Don’t think of the nights where he gave himself five seconds to feel. Five seconds to feel an ocean of pain and longing. Please don’t think about the excitement he felt on the ride home.

Don’t think of how with every heart beat he thought “I get to tell him.” How he thought it would go. Of him running into his John’s arms. Of how he thought it’d be so perfect. Especially don’t think of how much it hurt when John was so mad. How much it hurt when John said the one thing that Sherlock thought he’d never say. “Fuck off.” How much it hurt when he realized that maybe John wasn’t like everyone else Before, but he sure as hell is now.

Don’t think of Sherlock realizing that the only way he was going to be able to see his best friend and love of his life would be to help plan his wedding. Just don’t.

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