John was visiting Sherlock's grave again. Sherlock was yet again watching from a distance. John knelt down and placed a bouquet of flowers on his grave. Sherlock turned away and started walking. Tears were stinging his eyes.
"Why can't you just get over me? It hurts me so much to see you sad over me. It was nothing but a burden. I just made your life harder. Why are you upset about my death!" Sherlock yelled. Emotions are too confusing. Just get over my death. I WASN'T EVEN KIND TO YOU!!!
Sherlock was near the other side of the cemetery. He took a deep breath and wiped away the tears that were falling down his cheeks.
"What does he see in me?" Sherlock asked to nobody. Something rustled in the grass near his foot. Sherlock looked down and spotted a hedgehog.
He picked it up and pulled it close to his chest. It reminded him a bit of John.
"Forgive me." Sherlock said.
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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
