Oneshots of John lock<3

He'll never die in my eyes.(bbc)

John was tucked up on the sofa, he never knew what to write for his blog anymore. It wasn't a place for emotion, nor fictional tails. It was a place for mysteries, somewhere for them to be expressed. Though the detective who led all these victorious blogs had passed away. It wasn't a gracious death, not a calm one, he was stabbed to death. He found the right place for the suspects hideout, though at the wrong time. Ever since John hasn't had the motivation to type, his stomach churns and he feels the verge to gag. Sherlock was his lover, his partner in crime. They were engaged.

"Fuck you." The doctor sighed, closing the laptop.
"Miss you too." The fictional presence of the detective leant back in his arm chair, giving John a large grin. "Shame you have to go through this again, your imagination has to be large if your able to picture 2 your past loved ones so vividly."
"I can't do this again, go away." The man managed to push past his gritted teeth, pulling a face or exhaustion.
"I cant go away, I'm in your head. You are aware I'm not real?" A slow chuckle followed as silence fell between them. John hated the silence, he hated when all the voices went quiet so he was stuck worrying about when they'd next rise. "Sherlock?"The fictional man nodded, still staring dead into the man's soul. "Are you actually dead? Or is it like the fall?
"I can't tell you anymore than you don't know. But let's be honest. Even you know I'm dead. So don't go doubting yourself." A small ache appeared in johns chest, he hated admitting it to himself. Though he even checked the dead body afterward, sherlock was gone this time. Though he always seemed so alive in his mind.
"Please come back, I love you." He uttered.
"John, your speaking to yourself." Sherlocks voice snapped.
After a blink, The ghost of the detective disappeared, leaving John feeling ever so alone again. He starred around the living area, nothing had been altered. It was just how sherlock left it. What was the point of changing it? The doctor sighed, opening his laptop again just to feel that familiar feeling of emptiness roll over him once again.