Imagine getting pushed off the top of the third floor and John and Sherlock are at the bottom and see you hanging on a window ledge and John can’t bear to see what happened to Sherlock happen to you, so he convinces you to drop and he catches you.
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You scream, gripping with all your might to the ledge of the window you’d managed to secure yourself to, despite the pain the rough brick against your skin and the weight of your body brought you, “John!”
“Nope. No. This is not happening again!” John declares, before calling up to you, “Let go of the ledge!”
“Are you out of your mind?” you shout back, fearful tears forming at the corners of your eyes.
I was in a lift yesterday and in came this older couple and one man was tall and had grey streaks though his dark hair and wore a dark blue button down shirt and the other man was short and blond-grey and wore a plaid button down shirt AND I BASICALLY WAS LIKE 👀 AND MY HEART STARTED BEATING SO FAST. And then the lift stopped at the next level and the shorter man started to get out and the taller man was like “oh I don’t think this is our stop” and then the shorter man looked around and said “oh you’re right, you’re right” and he got back in and then the taller man looked at me like look at this adorable small human that I love AND I LITERALLY DIED