Sherlock POV
"John" I said. He was crying at front of me.
I cannot take this anymore.
Being dead for 2 years.
"No Sherlock. Don't John me."He said to me as he punched me whenever he wanted. I deserved it. "Two. Fucking. Years. I've been at your grave, mourning. I've been at a treatment for ages for nothing Sherlock?
You bastard machine. No single word, no single text, no single letter from. You. I loved you, you robot. How does it feel for me?
I feel betrayed, Sherlock. Can't you see?'' He said as he weakened by his tears. I'm not your experiment, Sherlock."
"John, I'm sorry."Tears are threatening to form at my eyes.
"Too late, Sherlock