Just imagine if John died.
Sherlock wouldn't speak for weeks, not to anyone, not even to Mrs. Hudson.
He'd play the violin all night long and hardly sleeping. Mrs. Hudson would stay awake because of the noise but she doesn't have the heart to tell him to stop.
He'd promise himself not to do drugs because John wouldn't want him to but he'd break down and use them anyway. He'd curl up in John's chair and cry for hours.
He'd accidentally ask for John's opinion at crime scenes and it'll get really quiet until Sherlock realizes he's not there.
He'd show up at Molly's or Lestrade's flat at random times and just sit on a chair and say nothing but they never tell him to leave because they can't imagine how lonely he gets now.
Months after the funeral he would find himself in front of John's grave without meaning to go there. And he would trace John's name that's carved into the grave. And he would look to the left and see him grave and think. I wish that happened. I wish. And he'd stay there all night and put his coat on the grave to make sure that John stays warm during the night and he would say. "I was so alone and I owe you so much."
And after a while he would let himself cry. He would cry until he couldn't breathe. Then he would say. "Please. One more miracle. For me."
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Fanfic"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
