Chapter 10
Sherlock
Tap
Tap tick
Tap
Tap tick
Tap tap tick
Tick
Tick tap tick
And then I got up and twisted shut the tap.
John. What could he be doing?
Uh. Probably contemplating the presence of my science equipment. It's of no use to him anyway.
Or just sitting in his chair, wallowing in the grief of my death.
He, who had been oceans away, was now just minutes away. Minutes.
So close.
So bloody close.
John
"I'm coming."
I breathed one last time, shutting my eyes under the water.
Quiet.
My lungs were on fire, as I resisted it, restrained myself, refrained form resurfacing.
He, who had been lifetimes away, would now be just a breath away.
Just a breath.
So close.
So bloody close.
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