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Gone (Sherlock)

Don’t imagine young Sherlock going outside to play with Victor.

Don’t imagine Victor not being there.

Don’t imagine Sherlock thinking his best friend has left him.

Don’t imagine Sherlock playing by himself all day.

Don’t imagine him coming home for dinner, sad because he couldn’t see his best friend.

Don’t imagine Sherlock laughing and playing with Eurus after dinner.

Don’t imagine Eurus being told not to play with Sherlock.

Don’t imagine their parents cradling Sherlock in their arms, out of fear.

Don’t imagine Mycroft being confused as to why his two siblings are crying.

Don’t imagine Mycroft, for what felt like the first time in his life, being close to tears himself.

And definitely do not imagine the looks on each of the members of the Holmes family as Eurus gets taken away.

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Jenny (Doctor Who)

Don’t imagine Jenny, saving the Universe just like her father.

Don’t imagine an enemy she’s been hunting for days shooting her down.

Don’t imagine the enemy clan leaving her to die.

Don’t imagine Jenny, clinging onto hope that she’ll see him again.

Don’t imagine her finally losing hope after long.

Don’t imagine tears on her cheeks, using her final breath to utter a single, last word.

Don’t imagine Jenny’s faltering breath as she struggles to say ‘Dad’.

Don’t imagine the Doctor never hearing his daughter’s final word.

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Fruitbox (Supernatural)

Don’t imagine little Dean Winchester, about two years old, spilling his juice all over himself.

Don’t imagine John kneeling on one knee and lifting the tabs on Dean’s juice.

Don’t imagine Dean grabbing the tabs with his little hands and taking a drink.

Don’t imagine Dean saying “dwink wif me daddy!’’

Don’t imagine John grabbing his own juice and sitting next to Desn, the tabs open like his son’s.

Don’t imagine Mary at the doorway, shaking her head and smiling, “my two boys’’ about to fall from her lips.

And definitely do not imagine Dean teaching little Sammy this trick when both Mary and John are gone.