60 Ways to Say Goodbye - A Johnlock Fanfiction

Chapter Twenty-One

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Happy be-lated Valentine's Day! I think it's stupid and it's just a day to run in all of the single people's faces, but I want you to know that I love you all!

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~BB

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Chapter 21

Sherlock hadn't talked for two days. He hadn't eaten or slept either. He just sat on the couch, staring at the wall. Sometimes he would look over at me blankly, making me wonder if he wanted to say something, but he never did.

We had gotten nowhere on the case and it seemed as if he was starting to forget about it, but I knew Sherlock never forgot about anything.

In late afternoon, I tried talking to him for the first time in those two days.

"Sherlock, any ideas?" I asked quietly.

He looked over at me and sighed. Almost as he had forgotten I had been there for the past few days. As if I had interrupted him with my three simple words.

Sherlock drew in a breath and squeezed his eyes shut. "It could be practically anybody!" He yelled.

"Not anybody," I tried to comfort him. How do you comfort a Sherlock?

"No you're right. They have to have been out of the country within their lifetime. That really narrows it down," Sherlock said sarcastically. It would have hurt to hear him talk like this towards me if I didn't know him so well.

"Well, it has to be someone that wants to be noticed if they left a note," I said, even though I knew Sherlock had probably already thought of this.

"Who doesn't want fame these days?" Sherlock waved my comment off quite literally with a flick of his wrist.

The flick of his wrist is what set me off. I was trying to help and he thought I was just too stupid to know anything, to be of any use. I was just a useless piece of nothing to him, wasn't I. If I left him alone, he would be able to figure the case out in minutes, wouldn't he? But I'd left him alone for far too long now! He needed to learn that although I may not be able to compete with his intellect by any stretch of the imagination, I was trying to help.

"Fine, if I can't be of any help, I'll just leave," I said angrily.

This got his attention.

"L-leave? What do you mean leave? You're not leaving, as in...forever, right?" Sherlock stammered.

I had never heard Sherlock stutter before.

"I'm touched by the fact that you actually care for once, but I was just going to go for a walk," I told him. I saw a small look of relief wash over his face.

He said nothing more as I put my jacket on, though I felt his eyes watching me all the while.

Outside, I could feel the weather slowly turning warm. Spring was only weeks away. And after that came the summer.

Summer.

Our wedding was planned for this summer. Almost all of the details had been sorted out. Our minimal guest list had been notified of the date and location. I had done most of the work, but Sherlock had helped as much as he was capable. The wedding was easy enough to plan, I had done it in a short enough amount of time.

As I walked through the streets without purpose, I casually looked on as people passed by.

So many people passed me on the street. So many people in the world, in London, that I could have possibly gotten married to.