Gore & bones warning??
Like it would've been here if I'd finished it idk
Aghh I don't think I'll have any time to do it tho
You can just look at blocky colours
Was inspired by Eat You - Caravan of Thieves at the moment

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Gore & bones warning??
Like it would've been here if I'd finished it idk
Aghh I don't think I'll have any time to do it tho
You can just look at blocky colours
Was inspired by Eat You - Caravan of Thieves at the moment
[1 new voicemail;] "Sher, it's John. I... I guess I won't come home tonight if you're that angry that you're threatening me with a gun at my skull, not even telling me what I did wrong. So, er, if you need me, I guess I'll be over at Harry's. Might pop in later when you're asleep just to get some clothes and such but otherwise, erm, I hope you come 'round and please let me know if there's any way I can fix this. I, ah, yeah. Later."
Sher picked up her phone at the sound of a voicemail and listened to it, heart racing.
There was no way.
Was there?
There couldn't be.
May as well try.
[text] John. SH
[text] I need you to come to the flat. SH
[text] If it's you. SH
She was getting slightly desperate, and she hated it, but she had to know whether or not he was truly dead.
"In the end though, you know he would just eventually leave. I mean, doesn't everyone? Who would want to be with a damn know it all? Especially one who doesn't know how to keep her mouth shut."
Sher raised her eyebrows. "Is there some reason you're telling me all of this? I don't have time for this. I've got a case to solve." She looked back down at the case file, flipping through her thing.
[text] Sher. Sher, what the hell happened? It's me. JW // [text] Do you need proof? JW
[text] Whatever. SH
[text] If you feel you must. SH
[text] Don't be surprised if you find a gun aimed at your skull. SH
The woman leaned down and cupped Sher's chin, her nails digging into the others tender and smooth flesh. "Have fun being alone again Sher. You freak."
Sher glared at the woman, swallowing. She smiled sardonically, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. Ice dripped from her voice as she spoke. "Thank you. I appreciate it. Alone protects me." The word freak rebounded--she'd heard it so many times that it meant nothing to her at this point.
[text] Sher, it's me. Have you been drinking? JW
[text] I don't drink. SH
[text] And this is not funny in the slightest. SH
[text] You've had your fun. Leave me alone. SH
[text] Is everything okay? Lestrade is calling me off the hook. Naturally I'm intentionally ignoring him. JW
[text] Who is this. SH
[text] This isn't funny. SH