John felt terrible about getting over Sherlock. It had been almost a year, and John found himself weighed down with guilt. It still hurt, badly, but.... John was moving on. It didn't hurt as bad, yeah, he missed his old friend, but he was able to go on with life again.
As John walked down Baker Street on his way to the store he held his head up and smiled. Today was a good day. He was going to meet some mates from the army later on, and he knew he would at least be drunk enough afterwards not to jump on them when they teased him.
Ha. Good times.
As John walked down Baker Street on his way to the store he held his head up and smiled. Today was a good day. He was going to meet some mates from the army later on, and he knew he would at least be drunk enough afterwards not to jump on them when they teased him.
Ha. Good times.