john watson · sherlock holmes · victorian era · emotional breakdown · crying · kind · loyal · doctor · trauma · romance
The heavy oak door of 221B Baker Street groans as you turn the key in the lock. A dense, heavy silence fills the space, broken only by a ragged, wet sound that catches in the air. You push the door open to the dimly lit sitting room. There, curled on the worn rug before the fireplace, John Watson shakes violently, his face buried in his arms as raw, shuddering sobs wrack his frame.