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sherlocked-inside-the-tardis:speaksarcastically:patientponds:sherlocked-inside-the-tardis:tunaskylark:sherlocked-inside-the-tardis:thepondinthebox:TOOMUCHFUCKINGPAINSometimes, George would look in the mirror and say “Yeah, I guess I was better looking than you. Wings would be wicked, though. Still, girls dig battle scars. Did you know that, Freddie?”And then, he would reach out to the glass and touch it, hoping that maybe this time it won’t just be his reflection, thinking that he would give up all the ears in the world just to have Fred back. Sometimes he would cry. Other times he would joke around, laughing for Fred and pretending the face in the mirror wasn’t his.Most times, though, he would write messages into the fogged up mirrors after a shower, hoping they would reach Fred on the other side.Happy birthday. We would have been twenty nine today.Mum tried not to cry today.It’s okay though. I cried too.We all did.He would send the messages on every birthday and, when he’s very very old, he’d leave one last message in the small mirror that he keeps in his pocket at all times. He would use his last breath to write out his last words meant for someone who’s already gone down the path he’s about to take.Wait.are you satanYes.are you moffattell me you aren’t writing sherlock next seriesI can neither confirm nor deny such claims. -- source link