The Days After

Rain, Rain, and More Rain

It was John's birthday. He was finally turning 42. He was supposed to be happy, especially since it was his birthday, but he felt sad. Felt that something was missing. More like someone. He went out to the bar with a few mates and Mrs. Hudson made him a cake, which made him smile, but his birthday wasn't as happy as he wished it would be. He needed a friend. A true friend. A best friend. But he didn't have one...well he did once....but he was long gone.

But he still needed a friend. Friends protect people. And right now, he had neither.

His birthday sucked. It just did. There wasn't another way to put it. All his birthdays sucked for the past three years. He always wishes for the same thing. For one thing. For one miracle. For one sweet heavenly gift.But his wish never came true. And thats what hurt most of all.

This year wasn't any different though, as far as John could see. He thought about making a different wish when blowing out the candles in front of his mates. To move on.....but John just couldn't. So John looked up at his mates, smiled at Mrs. Hudson, and blew out the candles with a wish that would never come true.

Following the wish, cake was eaten, music was played, and more beers were drunken. John was actually starting to have an okay time....he would have had a great one if his wish came true...but not all fairy tales end happily. Every fairy tale needs a good old fashioned villain. And to John, the world was his villain.

The rain pored down. It pelted the smooth yet bumpy cobblestone and turned the dirt of the graveyard to wet, heavy mud. John stood in front of Sherlock's soaked grave, once again.

"I, uh, its my birthday, Sherlock. Im turning 42 this year....last time I saw you, was when I was 39. That was three years ago! ...and every year has been awful since. I, uh, I know that its impossible, but for the past three years...Ive been making a birthday wish for you. A wish for you to be alive and come back. For you to be with me. Forever.....because I... I love you, Sherlock. And my life has been pure hell without you. And I just keep wishing! Wishing that you will be here with me!! Because no matter where I am or what Im doing, nothing seems to get you out of my head. Its torturous and beautiful at the same time. I need you so much, Sherlock. I am lost without you. I love you."

John stared at the grave in the pouring rain, not expecting anything to happen...as always. But this time, this one beautiful time, something did happen. Something wonderful.