The Dreams of a Burnt Soul-(Johnlock)The Dreams of a Burnt SoulThe Dreams of a Burnt Soul-(Johnlock)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
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John sighed heavily in his sleep as he bit his lip. The dreams, they were coming again. He could smell him . He could sense him . He could hear his breathing. He could feel his presence. John didn't dare open his eyes. He knew, from the hundreds of other times these haunting dreams, that Sherlock would not be there when he wrenched his eyelids open. They were a weird type of dream. In the dream it was as if he was awake, yet when he opened his eyes to see him, to embrace him, it was then that would awaken.
These resplendent nightmares were a blessing and a curse for John. The first few dreams left him catatonic for days, not talking to anyone, not leaving his room, not eating. He'd lie in bed in a daze purposely, pretending to sleep. But pretending for whom he could not answer.
However, he soon learned that if he could both appreciate these moments with Sherlock and at the same time prepare for them to be ripped away, t