You should see the the daffodils Mrs Hudson planted just next to... here. Against the black of...
Well they look beautiful, elegant. I think you would appreciate how the colours contrast. She planted them last month. It's been raining a lot lately, but they already flowered. You'd like them. You like beautiful, elegant things.
It's been... about a month, since I cried for you.
There's something that keeps bothering me. Quite a lot.
It's all I can think about, to be fair.
And that's that it doesn't make sense.
None of it does.
Why did you jump?
I don't understand it. I wish you were here to explain it, the way you do.
I never doubted you. Never. I told you, I'm a hundred per cent sure.
Moriarty was real.
Then why did you jump?
Because newspaper would call you a fraud? Because I know you aren't. That should be enough, shouldn't it? You never cared for what people thought. I like to believe you only cared what I thought.
So why did you jump?
Please help me understand.
I cannot shake the thought that you didn't, that you're alive. I just can't.
I cannot mourn you. It would be healthy to do so, and I'd be able to get over it I think.
As always, I'm a step behind.