If you weren’t to know it’s Sherlock, and you were to see this particular scene on TV one night, you would be sitting on the edge of your seat, expecting the climax of this random film, as it appears that the protagonist has caught his lover cheating on him red-handed.
This is the face of a forsaken lover. I have nothing more to add but:
I kissed a girl and I liked it, the taste of her cherry chapstick. I kissed a girl just to try it, I hope my boyfriend don’t mind it. It felt so wrong, it felt so right. Don’t mean I’m in love tonight. I kissed a girl and I liked it.
Unlike movies, life is annoyingly short on happy endings.
Broken friendships don't get mended.
The bad guys always get away with it.
Wankers like me, Never save the day with an act of selfless heroism.
There was a time, When I'd be sat here waiting one of those hope and happiness moments.
But not anymore.
Now I know better.
That stuff really does only happen in movies.