— He looked familiar.
Even more so, he appeared to be in pain.
Watching silently from afar the painter’s eyes grazed over the figure now slumping to the ground. Biting down on his bottom lip nervously the painter decides to approach the semi-known man,
” Are you alright sir?” he whispered low,
unsure of the react his words would cause, Basil kept his distance
holmes did not answer the query for he heard none.
he curled into himself and blocked the world away.
what use was a mind if he could not think fast enough?
he had been better – smarter – he would have saved a life.
alas, he had failed.
" leave me.“
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