Thousand years [JOHNLOCK]

Chapter one - the Fall

"SHERLOCK! NO!" John yelled, but then was knocked out by a complete stranger. Accidentally or on purpose, he didn't care.
John fighted against his own head, but this time, it won. He fell down unconscious.

[FLASHBACK]
John walked on a quite empty street in front of the St.Bart's hospital.
His phone suddenly rang. He digged it out of the right pocket of his jeans.
-Sherlock is calling
"Hi Sherlock." John answered.
"John, stay where you are, don't move." He heard.
John stopped right away.
It was usually a good thing to do what Sherlock tolds you to do.
"Where are you, Sherlock?" John asked.
" Look up." Sherlock suggested.
John felt like this was Sherlock's little trick or maybe one of his 'funny' jokes.
He looked up.
"Sherlock what the hell are you doing over there? Get down!" John shouted at him when he saw Sherlock standing at the hospital roof. He wasn't just standing casually at the roof, but on the edge, if the day would've been windy, it would've knocked him out.
"I suppose this is what people do.
They leave a note." Sherlock spoke calmly.
" Sherlock what are you talking about? Get down at this instant!" John started to get angry.
" John," Sherlock continued;" This is my note before I- b-before I-I " Normally he never stuttered when he spoke.
" Before what? Actually, don't tell me, come down here or can't you hear what I'm saying?"
"John, I was going to say, I believe that people usually leave a note before they kill themselves." Sherlock said. His voice sounded
like he was going to cry.
" Sherlock don't. " John pleaded.
" I HAVE NO CHOICE! THEY'LL KILL EVERYONE I CARE ABOUT!" Sherlock yelled
Fear and anger was hear able through his voice.
"Goodbye John." Sherlock said, and closed the phone.
John saw that he had throwed it away.
Then he saw it.
Like everything was going in slowmotion, he saw it.
Sherlock jumped.
"SHERLOCK! NO!" John ran forwards, maybe in the hope of catching him before he would hit the ground.
Then it happened.
Someone knocked him down.

[END OF FLASHBACK]
John wasn't unconscious for long. Just a couple seconds, but he didn't make it fast enough.
He stood up and ran to Sherlock who laid at the ground, with a big mass of people around him.
The ambulance and police were already there.
John cried. His eyes were red, and his skin dry from crying.
He didn't want to believe it even if he saw it
with his own eyes.
His best friend, and also the love of his life, was dead.
John sat the whole day at his flat on Baker street 221b. He thought about Sherlock.
Curly haired, blue-eyed Sherlock.
His porcelain white skin, his tall figure.
John also thought about his feelings for him.
He hadn't had the guts to tell him his love for him. Sherlock never knew.
It was John's own secret, and at this very moment, he swore to himself that he wouldn't mention it to anyone.
John was miserable right now.
And he would be even more miserable for long.

John also had another secret, but it was nothing compared to the thing that sherlock was gone.
John didn't eat for days.
He mostly just drank water
His beard, hair, and mustache grew.
He got skinnier, and he didn't go to work anymore.
Two weeks had passed, and John hadn't left the flat. He drank his already cooled tea as he sat in his chair.
John stared at Sherlock's armchair, and imagined him sitting there.
His head begun to ache so he stopped.
John's friend Greg Lestrade tried to convince him to go out, but without any success.
The landlady, Mrs.Hudson tried her all to help John, but it didn't work out either.
Then it started.
John losed his will to live his life.
He banged his head against the wallpapered wall with a smiley face and a couple gunshots.
It reminded him about Sherlock.
Then, suddenly John did something he hadn't done for years. He went to YouTube, and listened music.
He clicked at a random playlist.
The volume was quiet.
John didn't really hear it at all.
Then he decided to just let it go.
He put the volume as high as it could go, and sat at the carpet.
And the music was sad

How can I love,
When I'm afraid to fall?

He whimpered in emotional pain.
He had hoped for a cheering song.
The luck was never on his side.

His pain and suffer were falling out from him, they had took the form of tears.
John's tears sparkled brighther than clear diamonds when the sunlight touched them.
He listened to the lyrics.

I have died,
Everyday,
Waiting for you,
Darling don't be afraid,
I,
Have loved you for a thousand years,

He cried harder. The sobbing was uncontrollable, and he grabbed Sherlock's old violin.

I will love you for a thousand more,
And all along I believed,
I,
Would find you,
Time has brought your heart to me,
I have loved you for a
Thousand years,
I will love you for a thousand more.

John had no clue how to play a violin. Sherlock could play it so well. John googled how to play the violin.
He searched through every single video there was, and tried to desperately learn everything.
John wanted to learn how to play
"thousand years" by Christina Perri. It relfected his life situation quite well right now.
He managed to get few notes correctly, but the rest of it sounded awful.

John tried to play for four hours, he cried the whole time.
He didn't manage to get Sherlock out of his mind.

John fell asleep at the couch. He slept like a rock, and woke up at eleven am.

As soon as he successfully got up, he took the violin again.
He now knew how to play the chorus.
And oh, he played.

The music flew among the air, figuring its way to the ears of a very few strangers.
John couldn't let go of the violin. Sherlock's violin. He played it everyday, every hour.
He barely slept or ate.
Slowly, but steadily John learned how to play an instrument. This was the first time in his life when something so vulnerable and tough at the same time had interested him.
Maybe it was because of Sherlock.
Of course it was because of Sherlock,
John thought.

love
/lav/
- A profound and caring attraction towards someone.
Your love is the most important thing in my life.

- (strong affection) hate, hatred, angst; malice, spite