John is nothing without Sherlock, and vice versa! They need one another, to live, to function! There's this untold connection between them! All those girls had to compete with Sherlock in John's life. They fucking love one another I don't care what you say! They were supposed to defeat Jim together, holy FUCK. Sherlock best not be dead.
“She stood by the tea-table in a light-coloured muslin gown, which had a good deal of pink about it. She looked as if she was not attending to the conversation, but solely busy with the tea-cups, among which her round ivory hands moved with pretty, noiseless, daintiness.” ― Elizabeth Gaskell