“Shall I play you another, John? Something more lively?”
“No.”
“No? And why is that?”
“Because you’re not real, are you?”
“Ah. No, I’m not.”
“And I’m only dreaming.”
“Yes, John.”
“Then play something slow and soft, all right?”
“Of course.”
“Because I don’t want to wake up. Ever, if I can help it.”
“I’m so sorry, John.”
“I know, Sherlock. I know. Just… just play the damn song, okay?”
Reblogging because I like to share my pain. (And also because this is amazing and so is Valeria, and because it’s fun to make people cry.)