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I feel his limbs loosening. “John,” he says, and the word is slurred. “Need to see you.”

I shift him around in my arms until we’re face to face. His eyelids are slack. He is shaking. “Sherlock, just look at me. Don’t think. Don’t try to hang on. You just look at me, okay?”

He does. His eyes flick over my face like he’s trying to do what I was doing earlier, and memorize me. I know that I won’t be spared, because he hasn’t been.

I kiss his lips, gently. I feel the tension sag away from him and his hand on my face. I hold him close, our foreheads together again. His eyelids are flickering now. He kisses me back, straining like it’s taking the last of his strength. His hands clench in my jumper and his eyes blaze as he looks at me. “I want you to be the last thing I see,” he rasps.

Alone On the Water by MadLori

WHY WHY WHY WOULD YOU WHY

WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

Thank you, I hadn’t cried yet today.

what the actual fuck D:

;_______;

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WAS THAT FOR!!!??? Now I’m all blubbery and teary… T^T

THANKS A LOT NOW I’M GOING TO CRY MYSELF TO SLEEP.

(Source: jamespottersexytime, via consultingcumberbitch)

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