Post-Reichenbach fic about John, because clearly there wasn’t enough depressing post-Reichenbach fic around already. I SENSED A NEED.
idk, when something makes me cry, I feel an overwhelming urge to write a story that will make it even worse. It’s a sickness with me. Maybe I should have a ‘rubbing salt into the wound’ tag.
Spoilers through The Reichenbach Fall, and BBC Sherlock doesn’t belong to me.
Thank you to Zephy for the beta! Or maybe…sorry for making you beta this? BOTH, EITHER.
( my life that you might live )