A Sherlock fanfiction, with a romantic style.
You say you love rain, but you use an umbrella to walk under it. You say you love sun, but you seek shade when it is shining. You say you love wind, but when it comes you close your window. So that's why I'm scared when you say you love me.
Bob Marely or Shakespeare
[Translation: You say you like rain, but you use an umbrella when it rains. You say you like the sun, but you hide in the shade when it's shining. You say you like the wind, but you close the window when it blows. That's why I'm afraid when you say you like me, too.]
I don't know why, but I suddenly got into Sherlock. After rewatching the BBC series, I bought the original books, but I still had this indescribable feeling. After thinking about it, I guess I envy Sherlock for having the courage to live the life he wants. Nietzsche said, "Every day we do not dance is a day lost to life." But maybe I've wasted too many days already. At this point, I have so much debt that I don't worry about it anymore.
Then, all of a sudden, I wanted to write a story. About Mycroft, about family, about protecting the ones you love.
It's so good. Doesn't the author plan to continue writing?
Ah ah ah, why was the last chapter locked?
So that is why I am scared when you say you love me. (Bob said it, I like this statement) Mike! Expression~
Why? The author changed his name~it turns out you are still here!
It looks great. When can you continue writing?
What a nonsense to tell the truth, but I still want to say: I feel the deep love of Brother Mai~
I barely understand the sentence that sums up life in six words... Has your IQ increased inversely? QAQ
I like McGovern very much~
I hope it's he
Guess who I saw? Aunt Ai