I crouch down on Sherlock's grave and ran my hands across his name "so how have you been Sherlock?" I ask, begging for an answer but as always I was met with silence " didn't think so, well my day has been what's the word? Horrible beyond all beliefs, I don't know why I even try anymore Sherly, you would definitely rebuke me if I ever said that to your face, so..so WHY DON'T YOU?! WHY WON'T YOU TALK TO ME!? JUST GET MAD, ANYTHING IS BETTER THAN THIS SILENCE......just please..say anything....." and again I had broken my rule.
I cried.
I got up and walked back to back to baker street. I was about to enter our flat but was stopped by someone calling my name "JOHN!" I look at a running Mrs. Hudson, it was kinda funny because of her injured hip but like always that was a quick underserved thought that went unnoticed.
" John" she was huffing as she finally reached me "Hello Mrs. Hudson" I said in fake enthusiasm, she was (as always) well aware of it "how are you today" I ask "I'm good, how are you?" she stared at me intently as she tries to unravel me "I'm great" lie "I was just getting something to eat" all lies but she bought it. We went out separate ways,me to the flat and her to her grocery shopping.
I just stared around the flat, there was absolutely nothing to do... It was then I felt a vibration on my back pocket, I pulled out my phone and saw that a certain DI had sent me a text.
Hey John, you busy -GL
Why did you put your initials at the end of the text -JW
Same reason you did -GL
I'm not busy -JW
Can you come to the yard -GL
I am not him -JW
Sherlock? No we just want your input, please, what else are you gonna do - GL
I guess your right, but no promises -JW
Okay, bye -GL
Yeah..bye -JW
Guess I do have something to do today.
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Short, I know but am doing this all in one day so my ideas are becoming very limited. Oh we
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Fanfictionthose times when you hate yourself so much that all you want to do is live, live so you can experience the pain, live so that you can feel the hurt. that's exactly how John Watson feels, after several attempts of suicide because of blame all he does...
