Faults of the Fallen - Sequel to Impossible

Chapter 27

It was a quiet evening. The birds stopped singing, the wind stopped howling... Even the rain stopped pouring, in London. It seemed the only sound around the barren grounds were the faint sobbing sounds of one John Watson.
His words were mumbled, barely coherent as he spoke to one person only.
"I still don't understand how it all went bad so quickly. One minute, it was like we were living through heaven, and then the next the devil broke out, and his face was Moriarty's," tears ran down his face. "He confessed, by the way. A week later, he stood up the front of the school and told us everything he'd done - locking me up, kidnapping Molly, imperio-ing you to jump off a building... The Ministry came and took him away. A high security cell. I don't think it'll hold him though..."
He started pacing around the small, black grave.
"It's just not fair that we couldn't just get a chance to live together - free of fear and nothing holding us back. But that's not how life works, I guess," he stopped. "I made sure you weren't buried near your own house. It wouldn't be fair if Mycroft got to see you before the other people you care about."
He chuckled, eyes clouding over. "Although, I swear, at your funeral, I saw him crying." John reminisced. "Like he tried to hide it, but honestly, I think he cared about you more than you think."
John wiped away the tear that was tracing down his cheek.
"I've been searching, for months," he explained. "Looking for a sign that you were still alive. I was sure you had to be."
He shook his head.
"Sometimes, when I can't sleep, I imagine that you never died. I imagine that we're getting married, with all our friend watching and smiling. I imagine everything we could've had.
"But that could never be a reality. I realise that, and cry myself to sleep.
"I just... I just wish you'd warned me. I would've fought harder, and could've helped if you'd given me any warning about it. I'm sorry you couldn't trust me enough."
He turned away from the grave, laying a single rose on it.
"I'll always love you," he muttered.
He walked away, not looking back, for fear of being unable to keep going.
Unknown to John, a pair of eyes, a galaxy of blues and greens, watched the scene, silent.
"You too, John," Sherlock mumbled to himself, once the shorter man had left. "You too."

THE END

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even though my updating schedule has been a little bit erratic since about halfway through this story, it has been fun to write. I just start other stories and move on and forget so yknow don't shoot me.
but yeah. If you have any questions about the story that I didn't answer then feel free to ask away but yah. Otherwise, the end