Trying this fanfiction thing out. If you're wonderful enough to read, please review :)

Disclaimer: Sherlock is property of the BBC, Mark Gatiss, and Steven Moffat, life ruiners extraordinaire. I am making no profit from this work, and am just creating it for yours and my suffering enjoyment.

[3/12]

Outgoing: [2:04am] I hate you.

Outgoing: [2:14am] Okay. That's a lie.

Outgoing: [2:16am] Not wholly a lie. But I miss you.

Outgoing: [2:31am] It's like a light has gone out.

Outgoing: [2:45am] Look at me. Texting you.

Outgoing: [2:46am] You can't even answer. I don't even know what's happened to your phone.

Outgoing: [2:50am] I need to sleep.

Outgoing: [10:03am] Good morning.

Outgoing: [10:05am] I almost expected you to text back.

Outgoing: [11:00am] I hope your phone is never recovered. I'd be committed if anyone saw these.

Outgoing: [11:36pm] Mycroft checked in on me today, the utter bastard.

Outgoing: [11:36pm] I see why you hate him.

Outgoing: [11:38pm] hated.

[3/13]

Outgoing: [2:26am] I can't sleep and it's your fault, I hope you know.

Outgoing: [2:30am] I think I'm becoming like you. Never eat. Never sleep. I almost took to shooting up the wall. To see if it would help.

Outgoing: [2:40am] I just wish I knew why you'd done it.

Outgoing: [9:30pm] I hate you.

[3/15]

Outgoing: [3:40am] Plse com back. Fr me.

Outgoing: [12:05pm] Christ. I blame you for letting Harry get me drunk.

Outgoing: [12:14pm] I meant that though.

[3/21]

Outgoing: [2:33am] I can't even make it a week without texting you.

Outgoing: [2:34am] What does that say?

Outgoing: [3:52am] You were supposed to answer that, Sherlock.

[3/22]

Outgoing: [6:03am] I wonder why I'm not getting any disconnected number messages.

Outgoing: [6:05am] Mycroft is probably keeping this line open. For my sanity.

Outgoing: [7:00am] If you can call it that.

Outgoing: [8:36pm] I hate you.

Outgoing: [11:38pm] No I don't.