How do you feel about the violin?
It’s Sherlock, how will we ever know what goes on in that funny old head
I would have you, right here on this desk, until you begged for mercy twice
“I wasn’t even at home yesterday. I was in Dublin”.
“Well, it’s hardly my fault you weren’t listening”. (x)
Did she ever text you again, after all that?
Once. A few months ago.
What did she say?
”Goodbye Mr Holmes”.