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All of your friendships- every relationship you have and are building- the whole of it, of them- each one is hollow. You are pouring your love out for no avail, even though it they may seem to reciprocate your joy, your compassion, your care; it is an illusion. You think he cares about you? He doesn’t. You think she loves you? Who could? And even if, perhaps, he did, or she does, you’re incapable of giving them anything in return. You’re a husk. You are an empty shell, and you are, truly, alone.

“Heh…”

“…It seems that someone’s been reading my journal again.”

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wewillstartwiththeridingcrop:

itsharrywatson:

“Hey, Sherlock! Time for a little riddle? What is broken as soon as it is spoken?”

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At the sound of his name being called by Harry, Sherlock sighed. “I do detest riddles. They clog up the brains of people who think they have an ounce of intelligence because they are capable of a little wordplay. Oh and the answer is silence, the thing I was enjoying before you got here. So were you looking for John or is this merely a social visit?”