Mycroft came by today. It was pretty depressing, actually. I wish you were here so I could watch you two bicker like you used to. That was cute—brotherly love and all that. But now he just seems sad. Everyone does actually. I can’t believe you just left us. You actually mattered to people, Sherlock. People counted on you, and cared for you. I know you weren’t always the smartest when it came to social situations, but this is just rude. You’re inconsiderate, and thoughtless, and I can’t stand you. If you had just listened to me, just once, maybe you’d still be here. You’re brilliant and amazing but you’re just too self-centered. You would never be able to imagine the impact you have on people. The ways you’ve affected lives, and changed London. You helped keep the streets safe and me busy, and I thank you for that. But now you’re gone. And I hate you for it.