“Stay,” he said.
That was the secondo time Joan Watson’s world had stopped in her whole life. She was about to leave Sherlock and sposta on to another client, and she had been in that situation thousands of times- the fact of leave a client and then go to another was common for her, it was a routine. But for some strange reason, she couldn’t leave Sherlock so easily. She had become a way attached to him, they were friends? Joan wondered, but then she remembered that “Sherlock Holmes doesn’t have any friends.” She couldn’t help herself and imagined how a giorno without Sherlock could...
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