John was at the flat getting ready to go to work. It was two months after the fall and John still had nightmares. The would feel so real and John would wake up breathing hard.
His therapist told him that he should take some sleeping pills so he wouldn't get the nightmares anymore. "I can't. I won't." John said.
"Why not?" she had asked.
"Because it's through my nightmares that I can see Sherlock's face again." John had said.
John was making tea before he went to work. He quickly drank his and told Mrs. Hudson that he made tea for her. He ran out the flat and hailed a cab. Mrs. Hudson went upstairs to get the cup of tea that John made for her.
There were two cups of tea left. Mrs. Hudson drank one of them and poured the other down the sink.
John was on his way to work when he realized his mistake. He started crying.
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Wow. Shit. This makes me sad. And I should be studying. Well. Shit.
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Fanfiction"I know this is a bit stupid. But..... Happy Birthday Sherlock........... I know this was a waste of time...... Why would I say happy birthday to a grave?" -John Hamish Watson
