The umbrella (Johnlock)

Chapter thirteen.

"And so it has now been two years exactly since I last updated my blog. Also since"

I stopped.

"Since I lost my very best friend, Sherlock Holmes, the detective you all know so well of."

POST.

I smacked my laptop shut and rose from the table. I then went over to the stereo standing next to the couch, I had gotten from Molly Christmas eve. Oh how I hated their pity, their stupid remarks and all the gifts. Why couldn't they just leave me alone to rot? I almost started to understand how Sherlock must've had it when Mycroft had passed, because it was awful. Dear god, how I wanted to scream bloody murder at them if they started to close up at the subject of Sherlock. Of course I was aware of that it wasn't their fault. They were trying to be nice and help me. But they had no idea they were making everything worse, if it could be worse, by talking about that bastard. That stupid-

I stopped myself. "No John, we do not talk or think about him." 

I crouched down to the stereo on the floor, and started searching for something I wanted to listen to, in the piles of cd's standing on top of the stereo. I found my "old" coldplay album, and thought "why not?"

I popped the cd out of the cassette, and pressed the "open" button on the stereo. When the cd was in and it had loaded, I searched for a song. 

Yes, that one. The scientist. Haven't heard that for a long time.

As the soft piano play began to fill the room, I stood up and imagined Sherlock was there. Closed my eyes, and put my hands in my pockets. Almost smiled by the thought of him. He would probably tell me to keep it down, maybe even to turn it off. He didn't listen to much music, besides his own violin playing.

I turned around and stood in front of the window. I looked outside. Of course. Rain.

Grey clouds, grey buildings, grey everything.

Why, why did he leave? Why not answer my calls, my texts, my emails and my letters?

"Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry. You don't know how lovely you are."

My heart ached by the lyrics. I had forgotten how depressing that song was. 

People were starting to run on the street, covering their heads with different things, newspapers, handbags, one with an umbrella, to avoid getting soaked. 

They were all running except one. The person with the umbrella. Well, of course they wasn't, they wouldn't get soaked if they had an umbrella. But the weird thing wasn't that the person wasn't running. The weird thing was that the person was standing still. Right across the street, almost as he was looking at the door to 221b. 

I got a weird feeling as if electricity ran down my stomach, and left an odd feeling afterwards. 

The bastard.

Sherlock tilted the umbrella, and looked up at the window.

"Nobody said it was easy. It's such a shame for us to part."

I ran down the stairs, not putting on my coat, and slamming the door after me. The song was still playing loud. "John, could you please not slam the door? I can feel it in the whole building." Mrs. Hudson shouted from her flat. I didn't answer her, I just opened the front door, and ran outside.

"Two years I waited for you!" I shouted as I marched over to Sherlock. "TWO DAMN YEARS." I was getting soaked now, but I didn't care. "WHAT THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH YOU!? YOU DON'T ANSWER MY CALLS NOR MY TEXTS. YOU NEVER TOLD ME WHERE YOU WENT, JUST THAT YOU WOULD BE BACK SOON. YOU LIAR."

I started crying. He reached out for me, to get me under the umbrella, but I pushed his arm away. 

"Why did you lie to me Sher? Why.. I don't understand." My voice was shivering, and sounded small, but louder than the sound of the rain hitting the pavement.

"John." He pulled me in with a grib so tight that I wouldn't be able to budge out of it. "I have no good excuses" And then kissed me hard.

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I AM SORRY

I AM TIRED

I HAVE HOMEWORK

I'M SO SO BUSY.

I DON'T KNOW WHEN I'LL POST THE NEXT CHAPTER (BUT IT WONT BE TO LONG FROM NOW)!?

I LOVE ALL YOU KIND PEOPLE.

BYE FOR NOW!