Dear best friend

It was raining and John and Ms. Hudson were on a car directly behind the hearse that was carrying Sherlock's injured body, leading him to his last destination. Ms. Hudson was crying all the way to the cemetery, whereas John was silent, reliving in his head the last thing he said to Sherlock in person, their last conversation through the phone, Sherlock's suicide and the moment John took Sherlock's pulse in hopes that a miracle had saved him, only to realize that his soul had already abandoned his delicate body. He had to wait a day before John retrieved his friend's corpse from the forensic surgeon, as he had to take care of his shattered skull, not that he could do anything to fix Sherlock's image. When the time came for the funeral, due to the forensic's surgeon order, they were not allowed to open the casket, as his face was practically destroyed, so no one got to say goodbye. The only people who came were, Ms. Hudson, Greg and John. No one else came, not even his brother or his parents, which was frustrating. After Greg paid his respects to John and looked at Sherlock's grave stone, unable to believe that this had actually happened, he departed and headed to his office. Ms. Hudson decided to leave as well, to drown her sorrows in tea and give John some time alone with his flatmate. John took a good look at Sherlock's tombstone while trying his hardest not to cry, took the eulogy that he wrote for Sherlock and started reading.
"-Ahem- This is the eulogy of Sherlock Holmes. This is meant to honor the greatest and only consultive detective in the world who also was a stubborn man, a good friend, a talented musician, a pain in the ass flatmate and amazing best friend. The following words are the things I wish I had told him sooner, in the form of an unanswered letter and it's called 'dear best friend'.
Dear best friend,
I hope that you are good. Genuinely good. Since you've been gone, it has not been easy, but I want to say thank you. Even though it broke into a million pieces when you left. I want to say thank you. Even though, I miss you every day, I want to say thank you. Thank you for inspiring me. Inspiring me to face my fears. You make me want to be better. You make me want to work on myself. And even though, doing this, without you by my side is one of the hardest things I've ever had to do, I'm doing it. And I wish you could see me. I wish you could be here, to see me transform into this new person. But you're not here. I just hope you're proud of me. I'm not mad. I'm just... in pain. But what's the sun without a little rain, right? I once told you I could conquer the world with just one hand, as long as you were holding the other. Now all I have is the thought of you holding it. But I will still conquer the world. No matter where you are, I will stay strong and stand tall, because I know you wouldn't want to see me fall. Whatever success I'm celebrating, I will always think of you first, because you are my biggest inspiration and I want you to be proud of me. I just want you to be proud of me...
But what I want most is to be the light you once wanted to see in the world. You had everything that you needed inside of you. But you knew that. I'd told you more than enough. But wherever you now are, I hope you remember. I hope you remember my words when you feel alone. I hope you remember all the words I had told you when you were down on yourself. And I hope to God that you will pick yourself back up if you ever fall, so that you can annoy all the other ghosts, cause you have an eternity now ahead of you to make up for the little time you had on this earth. I know you can. I know you will. The person I knew, could handle it all. You were strong. You were intelligent. You were wonderful. You could move mountains if you wanted to. The world should have believed in you, because I believe in you. And no matter what happened, no matter what you did, no matter where you are in the world and no matter where I am.
I will always love you. And that will never change.
Perhaps I am the sun and you are the moon.
But even they can be seen in the same sky sometimes.
Until we meet again.
Take care..." and with that he crumbled the paper with shaky hands and fell on his knees, as he cried really hard and held himself in a tight hug. After he calmed down a little bit, he decided to leave as he was getting wet from the skies the were crying with him as well. He got on his feet, wiped his tears and decided to leave to eulogy near Sherlock's resting place so that he could have a piece of his friend with him in the afterlife. He started walking away but turned one last time to look at what was left of Sherlock for a whole minute before he spoke again for the last time.
"Rest in peace my friend" He said in a low and broken voice, almost like a whisper. After that, he turned around and walked out of the cemetery. A little further from Sherlock's grave, behind some bushes and trees, there was Sherlock in flesh and blood, tearing up out of sadness for doing this to them, especially John and for having to stay away from them, probably for the rest of his life. But it had to be done. Had he not done that, the three of them would actually be dead and that is something that he couldn't bare. But he couldn't stop feeling angry for Moriarty's scheme, sad for having to stay away but most importantly; guilt. He felt guilt for what he put John through. He snapped out of his thoughts and sent his brother a text before breaking his phone.
"Take care of John while I'm gone. S. H." He then walked towards his grave to collect his eulogy. He sat down on the dirt and realized that even his eulogy smelled like John. Like home. He started crying while hugging the paper.
"Oh John... I'm so sorry. Until we meet again..."

The End~