Oh. Oh. This is marvellous. I love your writing- it is so beautifully abstract but not so overdone that it becomes self-reflexively literary. And oh, Molly. And Sherlock calling her John- again- and her accepting and knowing that that even though she counts, she'll never count as much as John. Oh.

Thank you for this fic.

Oh my god, this.

I'm sorry I don't have anything better to say... but, just, /this/.

Beautiful and heartwrenching.