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Diary of a lunatic 3Quand je vois ce que le temps peut faire à certaines personnes, je me dis que pour elles il est passé trop vite et que pour moi, il passe juste trop lentement. En trois ans j’ai vécu l’histoire d’une personne qui meurt et qui renait. Et voilà que je meurs à nouveau…Diary of a lunatic 3 by DeadLightBulbMnimaia
Rien ici n’est vie, tout est mort et séparation. Je ne m’évade qu’à travers de minces espoirs. Quel mal y a-t-il à vouloir être seule ? A aimer la solitude et à la détester tout aussi bien ? Pourquoi suis-je aussi imprévisible, mais prévisible dans mon imprévisibilité ? Parce que quand je suis seule je me sens différente, comme exclue, comme rejetée, comme invisible. Parce que quand je ne suis pas seule je me sens prisonnière, j’étouffe, je hurle, j’ai peur, je disparais. Tout est une histoire d’égo. Si le mien n’était pas aussi grand je ne pense pas
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What’s left in my mind is nothing but pain. Physical pain, I can assume. But mental pain... how to deal with it ? Seriously... I don’t even know why I write this but I only know that may be help me stop speaking to invisible persons during hours when I’m alone. I’ve always wanted super-powers (who wouldn’t ?) but I didn’t realize at the moment that I had. Not really «super-powers» as you should expect, but some specific aspect. For exemple, when I was a child, since I can remember, I was able to do things that kids of my age weren’t able to do...as planning machines able to drain someone’s blood without him being dead... or drawing - obsessionally drawing - gigantic maps of roads on which there were rolling coffins (quite confortable). I didn’t realize that my super-power was this gigantic amazing over-imagination. My parents saw that as a great quality, as my sister had. I
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Untold Things Chapter 7 - SherlollyMolly Hooper had had no more contact with John Watson since he called her one year back. She imagined that he had digested the news and that…no way. He wasn't. Every time she was walking in the district of the cemetery, she saw him in front of the black grave. But that day his sorrow melted with hers and she took the decision to come next to him, to see the grave. She brought white roses and put it in front of it and turned to John, a sweet smile on her face.
« - Molly ? he said with surprise. What are you doing here ? It's been quite a long time ! »
She didn't answer and hugged him slightly during a few seconds, sobbing. She couldn't help it. She was so worried. After the « not that true » dream, she had had no news of him, not even from Mycroft. She was so worried he could have died…for real.
« - Sorry, Molly said a little embarrassed after breaking the hug, I wasn't planning on sobbing on your shoulders but…
- I understand, he smiled. If yo
Untold Things Chapter 6 - SherlollyFor the remaining of his investigations in London, Sherlock had the privilege to sleep alone in Molly's bedroom. Well, about sleeping, it was simply brain storming with nicotine patches on his arm. He suddenly sighed and sent a text to his brother.
« - Leaving London tonight. SH »
He jumped off the bed and took the time to have a last look to the room. The decoration was far from his taste, with a big amount of colorful flowers and cat pictures on the walls. But he will certainly miss this place. He will certainly miss Molly Hooper, the one who helped him so much without any reward. As a sociopath he wasn't able of empathy - that's what he thought though - but he couldn't help feeling uneasy at the idea of using again Molly's affection toward him to hide him in her house. He went out of the room, took his scarf and coat, then, at the moment to close the entrance door behind him, his stomach felt weird. He sighed, came back into the house and slowly walked to the spare room wh
Untold things Chapter 4 - SherlollyMolly was worried. After her long talk with John Watson and Greg Lestrade, she had gone back to the mortuary to find it empty. Sherlock had vanished from the room and his clothes were still in the cupboard. She figured out his homeless network had provided him new clothes to be free to walk unseen before letting the hospital back to normal. She sighed and took a bag to put Sherlock's stuff in it for evidences. She filled the autopsy rapport and took a label to put to the toe of the body who looked like a lot Sherlock's before putting it into one of the locker of the mortuary. Then, she discreetly moved from the mortuary to the laboratory. She stayed late at night to work. At least that's what her colleagues thought, but she was staying to erase every pieces of evidences that would show Sherlock would be still alive. The fact she was staying late wasn't suspicious in itself though, because she was used to do this. She sighed when the clock showed 2:00 am. She took her coat and turned th
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