3 years later…
“Did you think I was anything other than destroyed already? Did you think I had any will or desire left for indiscretions, when I thought you were dead? Did you think that I cared for my reputation, when one word - one note, one token, could have let me know, oh God, that you were still alive? How could you, how could you, when you knew - that I loved you?”
— Rohase Piercy, My dearest Holmes
Lyrics are from Snow patrol - Run
But there was no sign of him, and it was in vain that I shouted. My only answer was my own voice reverberating in a rolling echo from the cliffs around me.
— Arthur Conan Doyle, The final problem
Uhm. For paper-nocturne, because I’m afraid she will eventually grow tired of that Reichenbach Manip she keeps reblogging frequently XD
I DO hope you can see that he’s actually crying :/ I tried my best, but Photoshop is a bitch today. Also, sorry for the poor quality.
