That No One Will Hear
When he was a kid it had been one of his favorite Beatles songs. "Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door" sounded cool.
He was staring vacantly at his blank blog, when the song started. "Aaah, look at" and he skipped to the next track. He couldn't hear the word 'lonely' today.
"Sherlock, what's your favorite Beatles song?" "Eleanor Rigby. Be quiet. I'm thinking." John rolled his eyes and then wondered why. Because he met so many lonely people in his line of work? Because he was one of them? Or because he wasn't anymore?