Birds

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Sherlock began a habit of finding John after detention. The blonde boy was always in the music room, fingers swooping and soaring over the keys like birds migrating South for winter.

One day, when it was pouring down rain, Sherlock gave John his leather jacket. He watched as familiar blue eyes crinkled with a smile.

"The offer is still open." Sherlock gesticulated to his bike.

John nodded, "I know."

And with that, they went their separate ways.

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