The umbrella (Johnlock)

Chapter sixteen. Last chapter.

I want to start out by saying it has been a pleasure writing for you and making up this story. Your comments and votes, even the amount of reads this have gotten, have made me better at writing, being creative and such. It has expanded my vocabulary in so many ways, so thank you for reading this, for showing interest in something little me has produced. So from the bottom of my heart;

Thank you.

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Dinner was boring. Nothing happened. We, or I, just sat and ate the food we'd ordered. Total silence. Once in a while I would look up at Sherlock who was staring at me in a weird way that made me uncomfortable. It was so odd, there was something about him. Well, actually not just about him, something about the surroundings. I couldn't quite explain it. Like it was faded in some sort of way. Blurred. I chose to ignore it, and went to bed straight after the meal. Sherlock followed me, like if he was my dog in a leash.  

"Already time for bed?" He asked. 

"Yeah, I'm tired. D'you want to join or stay up?"

"Join."

And the next day, to my big surprise, it stopped raining like if it was I who chose the weather. It was still cloudy but nice enough for a walk later. Sherlock and I had not touched each other the whole night. I still checked if he was there every 10 minutes, but there were no kisses, spooning, anything at all. Only looks on the sleeping, calm Sherlock.

Suddenly my mobile rang, and I jumped in surprise. Mike? How weird. Haven't seen him for a long time. 2 years? That IS really weird of him to call now.. 

"Hello Mike?"

"John. How's it going?" His voice was screaming "compassion". Well of course, he didn't know Sherlock was back yet.

"I'm fantastic! D'you know my roommate Sherlock? He's back!" I tried not to sound too enthusiastic about it, but it was really hard.

"Oh.. John, that's great. Listen, let's meet up in the park eh? At the bench we had coffee on."

"Oh, well I wouldn't leave Sherlock here alone, I prefer him with me as much as possible these days .."

"Uh.. Bring him then.." He sounded uncertain.

"... Fine, I will. Meet you there in half an hour, alright? Bye mate."

"See ya." I could hear him reply as I moved my phone away from my ear. I pressed "END CALL" and rose. Meanwhile I had been talking with Mike, Sherlock was already dressed and was walking in front of me, only to stand there and stare.

"You should hurry." He mumbled.

"No need for hurry-" He interrupted with the exact same tone.

"You should hurry." Like a robot with one order only, to say those words.

"Okay." 

Once I was dressed, Sherlock was following me around like a dog again. "You are welcome to walk beside me, you know?" I was annoyed. I put my hands down in my pockets. "Ok." He hurried up his pacing and walked beside me. We walked over there since it wasn't that far away, and we felt fresh doing it.

We finally spotted the bench, and sat down with a bump once we reached it. "It's actually a bit cold, ain't it?"

"Yes." He just answered with that robot tone in his voice again.

"Are you sure something isn't wrong?" But he was about to answer me, probably with a harsh "yes", when Mike showed up. He smiled at me, but didn't smile at Sherlock. He didn't even look at Sherlock. 

"So, John.." He sat down. "Are you okay?" He asked like he was my therapist.                                         

"Why wouldn't I be?" I tried not to sound annoyed.

"Well, John I came here to talk to you about you. How are you doing?"

"Mike where are you gettin' at? What's wrong?" I was almost scared now.

"John, I've talked to your doctor, and she says you're doing a bit worse-" I interrupted.

"Wow, hey, what are you talking about? What doctor?"

"Well, I have been talking to your psychiatrist and she's saying that you would get black-out's like these. She send me here to talk to you. She said it's time you know the truth John."

"Mike. You are scaring me, what's going on?"

"John the last year you have had amnesia in small periods. You don't remember going there, your brain haven't registered it yet." I was scared now.

"What? Registered what?" I suddenly felt very cold. Something left. 

"John. I'm sorry."

The trees were covering the sky above us, but it was starting to rain in small bits of the sky. We were all alone.

"Mike what!? What are you sorry about!?"

He put a hand on my shoulder. 

"John.. Sherlock never came back."

And I looked to my side. It was true. No-one was sitting there.

"John, you have been imagining him around. It was inside your mind. I'm sorry John."

I was just beaten. 

How

why

Sherlock.

I stood up and started looking around. Was I insane? He was fiction? No he was real. But he never came back? no.

And I fell.

On the ground.

Feeling the dust from the small dirtpath on my face, tasting the ground. And I started to faint, I let the darkness consume me. I fell into the deepest darkest pits, the corners of nothing itself. The darkness was kicking me in the head, with boots made of reality. And every kick yelled "YOU ARE INSANE." and "YOU NAIVE SHIT."

But I was. 

Sherlock had left me, alone to stay, in the little bubble we had created together. Our tiny crime-solving universe, were we got almost everything we pointed at. We never realized it was our play nursery, and that sometime, we would have to stop playing.

I stopped playing now.