“I'm a fake.”
“Sherlock...”
“The newspapers were right all along. I want you to tell Lestrade, I want you to tell Mrs. Hudson and Molly; in fact, tell anyone who will listen to you... that I invented Moriarty for my own purposes.”
“Ok, shut up, Sherlock. Shut up. The first time we met - the first time we met, you knew all about my sister, right?”
“Nobody could be that clever.”
“You could”
“Goodbye John”
It had been over a year since Sherlock died, the science equipment was in boxes in John’s room, and John had moved into Sherlock’s room. Even though Sherlock hardly ever slept in it, it still smelt like him and gave John a sense of comfort. It felt like he was there, and that’s what he wanted, his best friend, his secret love.
After John awoke from the same nightmare he'd had ever since the incident. He made his way into the bathroom and did his daily routine, woke up, brushed teeth, shower, shave. After saying goodbye to Mrs Hudson,
John then left 221b Baker Street to go to the cemetery, everyday he has visited Sherlock’s grave and John couldn’t take it anymore.
"Hey Sherlock, look you need to come back, your bed doesn't smell like you anymore and I don't know how to continue living without you, I've pushed everyone away, and I don't...... I need you Sherlock"
It then dawned upon John that he couldn't do this anymore, if Sherlock wouldn't come to him, John would go to him.
"I'm sorry Sherlock, this is goodbye, and this is my note. I can't live without you and everyone else can't live with you. My life isn't what it was, I need you back and that will never happen, so I'm gonna say to you what I never got the chance to...... I love you Sherlock, goodbye."
And with that john left, he kept walking until he found himself at the same hospital that Sherlock jumped off. He walked to the roof of the building and stood on the edge, remembering everything that Sherlock said. Then he heard someone open the door.
"John!!!"
He recognised that voice to well, the deep, soothing voice. It was obviously just his imagination. Then he felt someone grab him by the waist, and he was pulled off the edge.
"John!!"
John looked up to see Sherlock, with tears streaming down his face. John couldn't believe sherlock was really there. So John punched him in the face. If he wasn't there, it would go right through him, but if he was there, he made sure it would hurt like fuck.
And to johns surprise he fell back, clutching his face with one hand. And all John could do was smile.
"Sherlock"
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A/N:
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FanficIts been over a year since Sherlock died and john is finding it very difficult. he goes to the same hospital and the same ledge that Sherlock jumped off...
