The Labyrinth of Fragile things

Chapter V - The Personal Blog of Dr. John. H. Watson

The sky was a merciless blue, without a wisp of cloud in sight. I looked from my window, my violin in hand, pondering about my history. When it comes to telling people about my life I'm usually quite conservative. My past isn't filled with fond memories, and I don't like dwelling on them. The closest I've ever gotten to talking about my past was with John, who has certainly used the information to his advantage. What does he mean by past? My history with him, or is it some memory that I stored deep away in the crevices of my mind?

I sighed, and placed my violin down while I sat on the couch. I can only imagine that it'd be something I told him in the time span of our friendship, nothing further back. Perhaps it was something I told him on the day of the fall. He did write the 'it's just a magic trick' quote, which might allude to the last phone call I had with him. As I looked around the apartment, my eyes scanned to John's armchair. Never would I dare to sit on it, just as he wouldn't mine. I could imagine him so vividly. He'd be slumped into the chair, his cup of tea in his left hand while he would be rapidly typing about one of our cases on his blog. Sometimes he'd be tired while he wrote, his eyes dropping. He would never admit it, though. He'd just keep writing, trying so desperately to hold on to the memories we'd made.

The Blog. John's blog. That's it!

I scurried to John's room and retrieved his laptop. I sat back down in the lounge room, opening the internet to search John's blog. It'd been so long so I'd read John's blog, and I didn't realise how much I missed it, only when the title was running over and over again in mind. "The Personal Blog of Dr. John. H. Watson". A bit of John was stored into this blog, and I was ready to delve into it. To my despair, the blog had been neglected since the Fall, the last case that John wrote of being the "The Hounds of Baskerville". That was quite a good case, and I found myself clicking on John's account of it. Once I finished reading that, I clicked on another case, and then another... Reading on all our cases, and once again becoming familiar with John's writing, I don't think I ever missed him more than I did in that moment. He's writing was fantastic, despite the number of flaws that I so often pointed out to him. I hope he knew that I did genuinely like his blog.

I scolded myself for reminiscing for so long. I usually detach any bias opinions on my clients, but this was John. And John is always an exception. I threw my legs off of the couch, making my way to my wall. I had already pinned the "I believe in Sherlock Holmes" petition, and the"it's just a magic trick" quote. I then pinned all of the cases John and I had completed and put them in chronological order. My eyes flickered from each one, past conversations I had with John passing through my mind. I paid particular attention to our first case: A Study in Pink. I meet John during those weeks because of our mutual friend, Mike Stamford. Talking with Mike might be promising. I knew where I was going next.