"Sherlock, I've been gone for a week! Just one week!" John shouted as he saw Sherlock's red eyes. Mrs. Hudson looked at the two. She knew. Sherlock had stopped doing drugs. He had been crying every day after John's wedding. Every night, she would hear him crying and sobbing.
"I'm sorry John." Sherlock said.
*Five hours later*
John cradled Sherlock's head in his lap, blood splattered everywhere around him. Sherlock's breathing had stopped minutes ago.
"I'm sorry Sherlock."
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Fanfiction"I know this is a bit stupid. But..... Happy Birthday Sherlock........... I know this was a waste of time...... Why would I say happy birthday to a grave?" -John Hamish Watson
