I walked towards his grave. Cane in my right hand helping me walk. His grave is alone in the cemetery. It is in a small little meadow type thing away from the other graves. There is a tree close by which shade the tree in the afternoon. I stand in front of his grave. "Hey Sherlock. Mrs. Hudson has a sprain in her wrist so I'm doing everything for her now. Luckily she let me leave so I could go to my councillor and then come and visit you." I pause to look around, making sure that no one is watching. "You know what my councillor said to me?" I laugh, "she told me to start writing my blog again. Can you believe that Sherlock? She must be half mad if she thinks that I will do that!" No reply. Why do I always do this to myself? I come and talk and think that somehow he will reply to me. He never does though, because he's dead. I look up at the sky trying to hold back tears when I notice the rain clouds rolling in. I start walking as quickly as I could so I could avoid getting rained on. While I was walking back to the main road to catch a cab back to the flat.
I hopped into the cab just in time for it to start pouring. I told the cabbie where to drive me to and sat back to enjoy the ride. "Your that umm... Detective guy aren't you?" The cabbie asks me. I give him a puzzled look before realising that he's talking about Sherlock. "Uh, no sir. You see Sherlock is dead. I'm his friend John." I looked down and my shaking hands which were holding my cane in a sort of death grip. "I'm so sorry John. He was a brilliant man." The cabbie tried to console me. "I know." Was all that managed to escape my mouth without fear of me choking up. The rest of the ride home was quiet. It was still raining when we made it back to the flat. I paid the man and turned the collar up on my jacket to avoid getting rain down my shirt. I bolted from the car only to run into a man. "Sorry." We both said at the same time. The voice, it sounded like Sherlock's. But it couldn't be him, he's dead. The man was about his height but was wearing a hat and using a dark umbrella so his face was hidden. I brushed it off as nothing, as this often happened after I visited his grave. It was quiet inside the door to the flat. The rain was muffled by the roof and was just a low pattering sound. I shouted to Mrs. Hudson that I was home before heading upstairs where I found Mycroft sitting in Sherlock's chair. "John, just the person I wanted to see."
"I sure hope so since you're sitting in my flat." I spat back. I'm not overly fond of Mycroft mostly because he was virtually UN-phased when his brother died. "Do be nice John. I'm here for a reason and I think you will like that reason."
"Really? I just thought you were here to sit in that chair and do nothing." I said sarcastically back to him. "I'm here because I have a case for you."
"No."
"But I'm willing to pay you a great deal of money upfront."
"What part of no do you not understand Mycroft? Get out of my flat now please Mycroft. And would you do me a kind favour and never come back."
"Just like my brother?" And with that I lost it. I fell to the ground and started bawling. "I'm sorry I said that John but I know how you felt towards my brother and I needed to prove my theory."
"What? That your an ignorant ass that is unaffected by your own brothers death!" I shouted at him before trying to pick myself up and pull it together. "I was deeply effected by his death. I may not have shown it in the same way at you but I was John. I loved him just as much as you did." He spoke in a calm manner. "I wanted to prove that you were in love with my brother, Sherlock Holmes, the famous sociopath of 221b Baker Street." And with that he left. Mrs. Hudson came up a few moments later with a tray of tea and muffins for me. When she saw me on the floor crying she quickly put them down on the dining room table and rushed to my side. "Oh John, it's going to be okay. We will all get through this together." She hugged me and said. In the last few months this has happened far to many times for a man to admit. I looked up at her and saw those eyes that mrs. Hudson gave me every time I did this. "I loved him Mrs. Hudson. I really did love him." I whispered and cried even more. " I know honey I know." She said. She made me calm down before I could stand up and sit I my chair. After she helped me stand up she brought the tea over and told me to just relax for a bit. I must have fallen asleep because next thing I know it's dark out and there is a blanket over me. I got up and walk to my bedroom upstairs and collapse on the bed from exhaustion. I fell into a deep, dream filled sleep that night.
