Nutrisco et exstinguo

Basically, this is something I wrote for a story I read on deviantArt. The story is by Zoffoli, and wow, is it emotional. My gosh, the torture, the despair, the ANGST. I absolutely loved it. Keep in mind that this isn't actually about the story itself, so much as the things going on with Sherlock. This is pure emotions, angst, nonsense and brokenness. It's short. Hope you like it.