John couldn't believe his eyes. For the first time in his life, he wished his vision was just playing a trick on him. Somehow. If only this had been all an illusion...
The pale skin. The ruffled messy hair. The arrogant crooked smirk. Just like yesterday. But the light in his once mesmerizing blue eyes was no longer. Neither was his soul.
John wanted to cry. To scream. But the great and terrible force of himself just didn't allow it. Because the pain was too much. So unbearable that it felt as if oxygen itself had escaped from his lungs.
Away. That was where he had gone. Away from John. Away from Harry and Draco. Away from the land of the living.
Muffled words were coming out of a man's mouth, but John didn't even bother to bring himself up and understand those oh-so-meaningless words.
It did take a while, but John finally gained his composure enough to get what the words meant. They were sentences. Cruel, heartless and dreaded ones.
" I'm so sorry, kid. But you need to let go now. There's nothing we can do to bring him back."
He called John 'kid'. He hated being called that way. But he didn't care, because something else was in his mind.
There's nothing we can do to bring him back.
Nothing.
Absolute, total nothing.
Though, John couldn't let go, no matter how hard he tried, and how badly he wanted to.
He just simply couldn't.
Because he was his best friend.
His love.
His life.
His Sherlock.
