The Days After

Seeing Is Believing...Or Is It?

"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."

A beautiful voice of baritone whispers from behind the tree behind me.

"Me too, John, me too."

Are you serious? Are you fucking serious? Not now!! What the bloody hell!?

"Seriously?! Another FUCKING HALLUCINATION?! Great! Just what I need! Thanks a lot, Sherlock. Thanks a lot!"

"But John-"

"DONT YOU FUCKING 'But John' ME! YOU'RE NOT REAL! YOU ARE DEAD! I SAW YOU LAYING THERE, DEAD! HEAD CRACKED OPEN, NO PULSE! GOD DAMN, CAN YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE?! IM TRYING TO FUCKING PAY MY RESPECTS TO YOU AND ALL YOU FUCKING DO IS NOT RESPECT ME! STOP HAUNTING MY MIND, SHERLOCK! CAN YOU DO THAT JUST FOR ME? JUST STOP IT! STOP THIS!"

"......John......I have."

Sherlock steps forward to Johns shaking body and reaches a steady hand out, slowly placing it on John's left shoulder. John looks up at Sherlock with a furrowed brow, trying to make sense of how this hallucination felt so more real to him than before.

"Sher...Sher...Sherlo-"

"Im back. Im real. And nothing will ever stop that. Even a Fall."

John stares back up into Sherlock's eyes of galexies, his mouth dropping open.

"You...you were....dead, Sher-"

"I know. But im back.

"But... you...you..."

John heavily breaths out, letting all the shock sink in. Letting all the pain sink in. Three years of pain. Three years of suffering. Three fucking years.

"John."

"What...Sh...Sh...Sherlock?" John slowly, and softly whispers as if hes a small child who has just seen a ghost, which is almost identical to the situation at hand.

"I love you, too."

John stunned at this comment, steps back, looks at Sherlock up and down, as a huge smile encases his face. John runs forward, and Sherlock opens his arms open, expecting John to give him a massive hug.

Instead, John's fist collides with Sherlock's face.

(Sorry for the crappy and small chapter. Uggg school being a foo)