now all I'm
feeling is thatů is thatů I don't know what it was.
A fleeting moment of perfectness?
I have perfect, but I'm not happy?
Does that make sense?
not that I can't be happy here. It's
that I can't be happy with him. Well, that's just brilliant,
Sherlock. You figured out
the missing piece of the puzzle. Congratulfuckinglations.
What are you gonna do now? What
the fuck are you gonna do now?
And in the
dark, in the quiet, in the burrowed covers, I shiver.