I will never leave you

just one more day

I was still standing in the livingroom, watching the empty arm chair Sherlock would usually sat.

The sun was shining through the window, lighting up his arm chair.
The window Sherlock would usually play his violin in the evening when London slowly got calm.

I imagined Sherlock. Staying infront of the window. Watching at the empty road and playing this wonderful melodies.

He often played into the night.

But nobody ever complained.

His playing was too beautiful to stop it.

I couln't even here it now. The soft tones...

Tears were rolling down my skin.
I remembered one evening.

I came home from work. Sherlock standed in front of the window. Watching the street.
He turned around. His violin in his left hand, the bow in his right hand.

"For you", he said and started playing.

I have never listen to something more beautiful than this.

I just stayed and watched him playing. All the time he looked me in my eyes. It felt weird, but also kind of warming.

He played his violin with passion, like he always did, but this time there was more. He moves in our appartment made small steps to the beat, but he still fixed his eyes on mine. It must sound strange, but I felt something different, that all the times he played before.

I felt like the world would just rotate around us.
T

hat sound so dumb but it seemed like he was playing just for me.

I watched him. His strong arms, wich got his violin under controll. His wild breads, moving with his moves. His ocean eyes. His body, so much taller than mine.

But what impressed me the most was his face. I don't know why but his high cheekbones, his moth, shaped like two waves, gently moving, as if from a light breeze... everything matches perfect.

Oh god, I sounded like a obsessed teen girl with a crush.

But he is gone.

I didn't know what it was, but I felt something different from this evening everytime I was near Sherlock. Every single glanze, movement, action was different, mine and Sherlocks.
Maybe it is just imagination.

I will never feel like that again. I will never hear his wonderful playing again.

I would give so much, just for one more day with Sherlock.
Just 24 hours more.

Listen to him again.
Watching him talking with his clients and being upset .
Solving a difficult case with him and explaining Lestrade how the murderer did it.
His showing off.
Hearing his beautiful deep voice for once again.

Just one more day.