Ps. None of the chapters are connected. Just in case someone is as dumb as me. I'm doubting anyone could be as retarded as me though. XD
John was thinking. Like everyday since the fall. Thinking about him. Sherlock. Why did he have to jump? We could've grown old together and we could've been happy.
And like everyday he thought, he saw Sherlock too. It felt so real. He would feel Sherlock's hand on his shoulder and John would turn around. He would hear his voice and John would look for him. He would have a tiny bit of hope, just to have it crushed.
This time was different. Sherlock was standing in front of him. The same old Sherlock. He had his coat and his blue scarf on. "Hello John." he said. John smiled at him with tears in his eyes.
"Hello Sherlock." John said and his voice cracked. Sherlock smiled.
"It's nice to see you again. Its been a while." Sherlock commented. John felt tears fall.
"How did you do it?" John asked.
"Do what John?" Sherlock asked.
"Survive the fall? How did you manage to survive?" John asked, keeping his eyes on Sherlock, just like he asked him to at the fall.
Sherlock had a sad smile on his face. "I didn't."
John blinked. And Sherlock faded until the only thing John could see were the padded walls that surrounded him.
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*Evil laugh* *Has a cup of tea with Satan*
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