It had been two weeks since Sherlock had jumped off the building.
Since I died. I am dead to the world, my grave is the world's proof. I am a ghost. Yet here I am, very much alive and able to live. I am alive. I am no longer Sherlock. Sherlock was the man who did everything to protect John. I am the product of that Sherlock.
I am still Sherlock. I am the man who jumped off the building to save John. But I am not the same person. I am a different man, no longer able to do everything to protect John.
And yet here I am, reading the headlines to the Sunday papers.
John Watson clears the name of Sherlock Holmes.
TWO WEEKS. Two weeks since I jumped, blood staining my face and listening to John desperately get to what he thought was my dead body.
Before I know what's happening, I'm on my knees, tears filling my eyes, and my arms wrapped around myself.
"I believe in Sherlock Holmes," John Watson said after telling the authorities about the phone call with Mr. Holmes in his final moments. Despite everything, he still believed in Sherlock when the rest of the world didn't. Rest in peace, Sherlock Holmes.
Just two years. Wait for me, won't you?
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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
