The Game Is Over

Erm…you told me once that you weren’t a hero. Umm, there were times I didn’t even think you were human. But let me tell you this (Voice breaking): You were the best man, the most human human being that I have ever known, and no one will ever convince me that you told me a lie. So…there. (Tears starting to form.) I was so alone and I owe you so much. (Starts to log off. Comes back.) Please. There’s just one more thing. One more thing. One more miracle, Sherlock, for me. Don’t be---(Breaks)dead. Would you do that just for me? Just stop, stop this. (Bursts into tears. )

For the past few days, I’ve been wearing black. My so called friends and everyone else asks why. I refuse to speak to anyone. So I simply write in all capitals “I AM IN MOURNING.” “Mourning over what?” they ask. Over what?! THAT’S LIKE ASKING WHY THE SKY IS BLUE!!! “My best friend, Sherlock Holmes, is dead. Committed suicide. He called me right before he did. And he told me he was a fraud. That’d he made everything up. Even me. He said he researched me in order to impress me. I wrote him an epiphany. And the last thing he said was ‘Goodbye, John.’.” Is all I write.

But they can never know the truth. I’m not just in mourning. He was always more to me than my best friend. Always…But he never knew. Never. Of all the things I regret, there is nothing I regret more than that he died not knowing how I really felt about him. There’s so many things I wanted to say, so much I wanted to tell him. But it’s too late. Now, he will never hear me say those words. Now…I can never tell him the truth. And there’s something else as well.

See, he wasn’t the only one who died that day. My heart died too. And he took it with him. So I’m not in mourning. I’m dead. An empty shell where John Watson used to be. Maybe it should commit suicide too…He played the game for the game's own sake, but now THE GAME IS OVER. Goodbye, Sherlock Holmes.