
I know you’re dead. I know you’re only human. I’ve always known that, even when it seemed like you didn’t.
And I know you’re never coming back.
Because these are facts and they can’t be changed, and I know that. But I don’t believe it. Because there’s a difference between knowing and believing.
I know you’re dead, Sherlock. But I don’t believe it.
I believe in you, and I will wait for you.
GO SIT IN THE CORNER AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU’VE DONE