60 Ways to Say Goodbye - A Johnlock Fanfiction

Chapter Eight

Okay here's another really short filler chapter. Almost there. One more filler after this and then comes the best part :)

Also, Sherlockians, I realized something really terrifying. My fourth grade teacher's name was Jim Moriarty. :| He was the first person that suggested I read the Sherlock Holmes series because he said I was smarter than the average fourth grader. He retired the year after he had me. I think my fourth grade teacher was a psychopath in disguise...

Tell me what you think of the story so far, what you think is going to happen and what you think should happen.

~BB

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 Chapter 8

I woke with my back aching the next morning, fluttering my eyes open to see frosted grass and brown dirt with stones adorned with flowers poking out here and there.

How had I slept in the cemetery all night? It had been freezing last night. My fingertips and nose were a bit numb, but other than that, I was perfectly fine.

I sat up. I was startled to see a blanket thrown over me. Who had put it there? Who would allow a person to just sleep in a graveyard rather than waking them up. Then I realized that I only had half of the blanket on. There was room enough for one other person to sleep next to me under here. There was nothing that said I couldn't have just rolled out of the center of the blanket, but I just had a feeling.

I shivered thinking about spending the night with a stranger.

Then I looked to my right. The yellow rose was gone.

"Alright. This is far too creepy," I muttered out loud throwing the blanket off my legs. I stood up an turned towards the grave.

"Hi, Sherlock. I guess I fell asleep last night because I'm still here. Sorry, no flower today since I spent the night. This is weird. Someone put that blanket on me and from the looks of it, they slept right next to me through the night. I'm usually a pretty light sleeper. Maybe I was comfortable with them. Who knows?They took your flower, I'm sorry. Maybe it's the same person that always takes them," I said. I figured I should just get it out now and not have to come back later in the day.

"I still often think of how I could have stopped you that day. I can't help but feel that it's my fault, and I'm sorry, Sherlock," I apologized.

"So, I'll be back tomorrow, with a flower. I should go see Mrs. Hudson. She'll be home in a few days, but they're keeping her at the hospital for rehabilitation," I said.

"And one more thing that I never got to say to you, but you said to me," I remembered how badly I had wanted to say this when I went to the hospital. It had been hovering over my head like a raincloud for too long now.

"Goodbye, Sherlock..." I said, "of course not for good, I'll be back. I just wanted to say it, to get it out. I never did get to say goodbye to you. That's not fair. It's just not bloody fair."

Then I turned to leave, but not before putting the little black ball down next to the grave. I wanted it out of my possession. It gave me chills and I just hoped it wouldn't find its way back to me.

Annalise was where she always was.

"My you're here early," she said. "You got here before I did."

"Actually, I accidentally fell asleep here last night," I explained, embarrassed. "I suppose when you're tired you can fall asleep anywhere."

"I was wondering why you were taking so long to leave last night," she laughed. "Was it scary, waking up in a graveyard?"

I nodded, "Not so much scary as confusing," I left out the part about the blanket. "I'll see you tomorrow, Annalise."