You’re now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
You and the stranger both like Potterlock.
Strangers that make your day with awesome role and undeserved compliments sdssdgadbfdsnfsdnbsdnf
Sherlock didn’t reply. He just sighed and looked down, to the street he already saw once from that spot.
He smiled bitterly. He had defeated Moriarty, and yet he was defeated.
He had nowhere to go back to.
No one to wait for him.
No one to love him.
His heart was burnt out.
Mycroft knew that. He wouldn’t blame him, would he?
So, he closed his eyes and jumped.
WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED
OMEGLE YOU BITCH
I KNEW IT
This is going to be a he’ll of a roleplay.
Why do I feel as if Omegle will back stab me during the most epic moment?
Another awesome roleplay I hope to finish~! Sherlock is Captaintimber!