I took my jacket off and put it on Sherlocks coat.
It was too big, but I didn't care.
I lay down at the bank.
The sky became darker.
...
There were stars. Many, shiny tiny stars. Sherlock liked the stars. Once he called them beautiful. And he's right. They are. That was unusual for Sherlock. He has barely called anything 'beautiful'. But when he did, it really was.
It became colder.
But I didn't care. I just snuggled into his coat, staring at the stars.
Every single one remainded me of Sherlock.
A tear rolled down my cheek. But I didn't care. I was alone. Nobody was in this park.
I was finally alone...with Sherlock.
"I will never leave you...", I wispered.
I close my wet eyes.
...
"Hey bum! Get off my bench!"
It was early in the morning.
A tall boy pulled on my arm.
"What do you look like? Don't even have money for secound hand?"
His boys laughed load.
I got up. My tear-stained face came into view.
"Dude, you're crying. Faggot."
I turned slowly around and walked away hastily.
"Loser!" the young man called after me and spat on the stoned way.
"Go bury yourself! I'll buy the shovel".
Laughter.
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RandomWARNING: death, suicide, drugs, violence, many tears, emotional content (I hope it doesn't destroys you :) ) After sherlock's death John loses all sense of reason. He sinks into drugs and pain. I'm still at the beginning of my story, so the descrip...
